Her wicked Guardian: Brynas ch by Elmo-Bear, literature
Literature
Her wicked Guardian: Brynas ch
It all started the year I turned 4 years old and got worse as I got older. I first saw him outside of my old church, he was walking across the street to the pub and he was ran down by a carrige. I shrieked so loud mama pulled me off to the side of the church, dropped my hand and swatme right on the rump, "Bryna Rose! What on earth has gotten into you lassy?" She exclaimed. I looked around and blusked noticing I had attracted attention to us. People were starring at us wide eyed and started whispering things. Gossip no doubt. "Mama I saw a man, over there by the pub!" I whispered. "Aye, I'm sure yee did . Men go in there all the time." "He was
What if your Guardian angel wasnt an angel at all? What if he was a demon or angel with no intentions of being good? Well mine is... I guess you could call him Dark Guardian or a Guardian of Darkness... I dont know i ust call him Alistair or Ali to make him mad. My name is Bryna Rose Cambell, and this is my story.
I am quiet but loud.
Shy but out there.
Ugly but Beautiful.
People love and Hate me.
I am Kaela and I will always be.
I am proud but regretful.
Innocent but teasing.
Strong but weak.
I am a child of God and I always will be.
Is he alone or with another? Am i his only lover? My heart rip in two thinking of him wrapped in the arms and legs of another women. Is he thinking of me, wondering what im doing? Or is it another on his mind? I miss him more then the breath that leaves my lungs. I need his touch to cool the heat that burns through me. In the shadow of my mind I fear the worse for my bruised and battered heart. No call, or message from him.... Should i worry? I dont know what to do..... Someon please help me understand.
Her wicked Guardian: Brynas ch by Elmo-Bear, literature
Literature
Her wicked Guardian: Brynas ch
It all started the year I turned 4 years old and got worse as I got older. I first saw him outside of my old church, he was walking across the street to the pub and he was ran down by a carrige. I shrieked so loud mama pulled me off to the side of the church, dropped my hand and swatme right on the rump, "Bryna Rose! What on earth has gotten into you lassy?" She exclaimed. I looked around and blusked noticing I had attracted attention to us. People were starring at us wide eyed and started whispering things. Gossip no doubt. "Mama I saw a man, over there by the pub!" I whispered. "Aye, I'm sure yee did . Men go in there all the time." "He was
Summary:
I felt him binding himself to me with each hum of the needles dancing across my skin. The pain was overshadowed by pleasure. Sweet, sweet pleasure.
He was I. I was he.
His blood. My blood.
We were one.
Outline:
Destiny is inescapable.
It was a statement I didn't believe in for many years. But it was that one day, that one encounter, which made me change what I believed in. No matter how much you try to resist, to escape, the threads of destiny will always manage to snare you.
Once, I believed that I could be whoever I chose to be. I believed that I could walk down a path I have chosen. It was a belief I upheld for nineteen y