Angel Romance: Awakened (Paranormal Book for Adults) (Cursed Angel 1) Read online

  Awakened

  Angel Romance

  By:

  Amelia Wilson

  Contents:

  Copyright

  Preface

  Chapter-1 Michael

  Chapter-2 Michael

  Chapter-3 Sharon

  Chapter-4 Sharon

  Chapter-5 Michael

  Chapter-6 Sharon

  Chapter-7 Sharon

  Chapter-8 Michael

  Chapter-9 Sharon

  Chapter-10 Sharon

  Chapter-11 Sharon

  Chapter-12 Michael

  Chapter-13 Sharon

  Chapter-14 Sharon

  Chapter-15 Michael

  Chapter-16 Sharon

  Chapter-17 Michael

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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  Invitation from the Author:

  Note From the Author

  BONUS 1

  Copyright

  Intro to Sedayval

  Chapter1: Commune

  Chapter 2: The Rumor

  Chapter 3: Family

  Chapter 4: Festival

  Chapter 5: The Truth

  Chapter 6: Confrontation

  Chapter 7: Chaos

  Chapter 8: Reveal

  Chapter 7: Epilogue

  BONUS 2

  Copyright

  Introduction

  Chapter-1

  Chapter-2

  Chapter-3

  Chapter-4

  Chapter-5

  Chapter-6

  Chapter-7

  Chapter-8

  Chapter-9

  Chapter-10

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  Preface

  Hi. I am Sharon Esther, and my new life starts in this new town. Damster High, my new university, is the dream of every studious person. I have heard about this college so much, but the hell did I know, I would have to endure being with this… person, Michael Starton. He’s a douchebag; an utter stuck up senior but I couldn’t help myself being attracted to him. But, I have a boyfriend now. I don’t know what his intentions are, but I feel so connected to him, like this is what is destined to be. How will I survive this, when he might just want to get in my pants?

  Chapter-1 Michael

  “No, I have not done anything to regret, My Lord. She was just a toddler! How can I be so merciless?” The angel asked in a calm voice.

  “Methius, your duty was to bring her soul to heaven, toddler or not. You are not a baby who we have to teach the karma of the soul, which decides how long the man will be staying on earth. That is not within your rank to make such a judgement.” The Lord answered in an authoritative tone.

  “I do not want to be in such a cruel duty as in your Lord’s! There are many souls upon earth whose bodies are old and sickly, and in pain. The Great Lord ignores them. They are praying for us to release them from the pain, yet we are taking away the souls of those whose bodies are young and have not yet seen anything of life. I refuse to serve you.” The angel shouted rebelliously.

  Methius could not contain his anger. That day, he’d had to bring the soul from a child’s body. The girl had been so small, walking with her mother on the graveled path, smiling beautifully. He always hated the duty of bringing souls to heaven, when it was those whose bodies were young. He knew the consequences of refusing to abide by the Great Lord’s guidelines but now, he couldn’t care less.

  “Very well then, Methius! I banish you to the land of the humans. You will have to serve four labors—“

  The sounds of the chirping of the birds came into my ear, and I awoke from my dream into the bright sunlight. I never understood why I had the same dream which abruptly cut off just in that particular scene, and I was also confused about the fact that that angel resembled me in too many ways to be a hallucination – every single time. I slowly sat up and chuckled to myself. Thinking about me, THE Michael Starton to be an angel and you will no doubt laugh too. I am the worst person alive in my college (probably); I use offensive language, I don’t remember how many girls cried because of me, I do drugs and pick up fights. There’s no way I can be an angel, and yet God – if he even exists - makes me see this same dream over and over and over again.

  Even if by chance I end up in heaven, the people there will throw me back into the hell’s fire the second they take a closer look at what I’ve done.

  I stretched and let it go since I had to get ready for college. The fuckers wouldn’t spare me if I am late on the first day of my second semester. I took a quick bath and some basic breakfast of a banana and a packet of milk. I dressed myself up in my favorite jeans and a black t-shirt. What? Guys can also have favorites regarding what they wear! I don’t like to look like some messy old hag. I am very organized.

  I quickly locked my front door as I ran down the stairs, jingling my car keys. With the typical wealthy parents that I had, they had spoilt me with all of the luxuries in life. I drove an expensive Lamborghini about which most of the guys my age, could only dream about, and I had my house.

  As I parked in front of my college, Damster High, I could see several new faces. Coming out of my car, I was met with a few awestruck faces of the other boys, which was probably because of my expensive car. The murmurs among the girls didn’t go unnoticed too as I walked by them. I know I am hot girls.’ You don’t have to discuss that so much’, I secretly smirked at myself.

  “Man, where were you? Rather, who were you with? We are second semester people here, and we have to fulfill the ritual. How can you be late?” Tim asked, as he walked over to me with Hans and Lee behind him. They were my partners in crime.

  “I wasn’t with anyone. I took a day off from my big night chores. Come on; I am not that late to get THAT look from you. Let’s go and find the freshers.” I said, ignoring the daggers that Tim was shooting with his eyes at the back of my head. We walked into the cafeteria together.

  Lee took on the duty of informing the new people of our arrangement as he climbed onto the table in the middle. He shouted to everyone to pay attention to him and just like that, every face turned to look at him including the students in our semester.

  “I want each and every fresher to come forward,” The freshers came around the table obediently. “We hav
e a ritual of assigning some easy tasks to the new boys and girls. You people are to complete these tasks before moving towards your classes. And any new student seen to leave this place without performing something for us is going to be punished. Our classmates will decide the punishment for them. So I want the senior guys and girls to keep an eye on these people and bring the other new ones here as well.” Lee said, with amusement in his voice.

  Some of the guys smirked at this while worried murmurs erupted from the girls.

  The new people had horrified faces at the mention of doing tasks. We didn’t do fully fledged ragging, but small jobs were given for them to perform all the same.

  “So, let’s start with you then, nerd,” Tim said as we took up the seats around the table that Lee was previously standing upon. This was going to be amusing.

  Chapter-2 Michael

  Tim had pointed out to a nerdy-looking guy with big, round glasses which would put even the glasses Harry Potter wore, to shame. His pants were worn too high, and his glasses were perched too low, and it looked so funny. He had come forward slowly with his eyes big and fearful. Hans finally decided to speak up.

  “I want you to be our waiter for as long as we stay here. You can only leave when we say so. Is that clear?” When the boy nodded his head, Hans continued, “Now, go bring plain milk coffees for us with biscuits. Don’t try to run,” he added, while the poor boy went to tend to the business. Wasn’t a very hard task, was it?

  “Now, pretty girl with brown curls, come here,” I pointed out to a girl standing in the middle of the crowd with her friends. She probably thought she was going to be spared, but sweetheart, that is not going to happen. As she came forward, Lee gestured to another guy to come forward at the same time.

  “How about this dude does strip dancing while this girl sings for us?” Tim asked.

  “Now that’s a marvelous idea,” Hans commented from beside us. The nerdy guy had brought in our order and took his place in front of the crowd, ready to be called on again.

  The look on the guy’s face, which we had asked to do strip dancing was so precious, I couldn’t keep from laughing. He looked like he was going to cry when we asked him to start dancing. The girl had a horrible voice and the guy really couldn’t dance and don't even know how to strip properly. Had he never had hot passionate moments? If he hadn’t, then I can understand his lack of stripping speed. Just as everyone was laughing at their misery, two new figures entered the cafeteria. Two girls to be exact and one of them caught my eye. She walked in with her friend like she didn’t give a fuck. Her friend, on the other hand, looked like she was about to faint. The girl who caught my eye was dark and wavy-haired with a small, lovely frame just the way I liked. She was wearing a small yet classy type of dress which didn’t reveal much yet looked sexy, and might I add, cute. She didn’t even give a glance towards us as she walked straight up to the cafeteria. In the meantime, her friend was whispering something to her.

  “Hey, you there.” Her friend glanced at us and nudged the girl. Finally, she looked towards us. “You, come here.” I gestured with my hand. Lee had also noticed my interest towards the girl and smirked as they came forward.

  “What will your name be?” I asked, showing them my smile, which had so many girls fawning over me. My smile was the most complimented on attribute of my body, but my most prized possession, of course, was currently tucked securely in my pants.

  “Sharon Esther.” The dark-haired girl said with defiance as she crossed her arms over her chest. That made her boobs pucker out a bit more, and this is probably the first time I am saying this, but the girl looked so cute in the way she was standing.

  “Sharon, how about you kiss my friend here?” Lee chirped up from beside me as he pointed his finger in my direction. Way to go Lee! He understood me so well.

  “How about your friend kisses my ass?” came her calm reply. Wow, she has some attitude. What girl on earth would not like to kiss me? Would not like to kiss THE Michael Starton?

  “Sure babe, just tell me when and where you would like me to kiss your ass?” I smirked as I stood up from the chair I was sitting on before. Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd of students still standing.

  “How about now and here,” she replied, with one of her smirks. Her friend was dumbfounded as her mouth fell open and she stared with big round eyes at Sharon.

  “Gladly.” I imagined she didn’t think I would come closer to her, but to my surprise as I did, she slapped me. My head turned to the other side from the impact of her palm with my cheek. Now the gasps were louder, and Sharon flipped her hair back as she walked away from the scene like a heroine who had just saved the world. Her friend followed closely. The shame and anger which bubbled up inside me were more than enough for me to go and tackle her to the ground. I just wanted to take away her pride. The boys, understanding what I was going through, immediately shooed off the crowd from the cafeteria, and soon we were alone. My hands were clenching beside me.

  Chapter-3 Sharon

  “Shar, you just slapped a senior. We have to be with him for two years before he leaves. What were you thinking?” Mirabelle was on the verge of pulling out my hair from its roots. She had big brown eyes, and her hands were comically lifted up and down in frustration as she whisper-shouted at me.

  “I taught the bully a lesson. I don’t care if I have to be with him for another two years. I can easily handle people like him. He needs nothing but a proper opponent to show him his place,” I said arrogantly. I am normally not like this, but that guy just pissed me off. I hated obnoxious, arrogant, rich boys. How could he ask to kiss me for a ritual of bullying? Okay, his friend told me to kiss him, but that information is a minor one, and we can ignore it. Right?

  “You’re an idiot! Why on earth did I have to meet you? Why are you my best friend? Oh god, just why?” Now Mirabelle was pulling on her own hair. She is a character who came out of a comic book. I giggled at this thought.

  “Why are you laughing?” Mirabelle asked, slightly irritated.

  “Nothing babe, I just love you,” I put my arm around her and brought her head close to my shoulder, hugging her. She can never be angry with me when I did that. It was like a switch to turn off her anger.

  “Now, don’t try that trick on me. It’s too old.”

  We both giggled at this. Currently, we were walking to our first class; Maths. I hadn’t had any breakfast, and because of that guy with the too pointy nose, I didn’t have the chance to get some cafeteria food . Just as we took a seat in the middle row in the class, my stomach decided to growl loudly. Ugh, I hate you, too-pointy-nose guy. Seriously, his nose was very pointy; it seemed like someone pulled at it with a pincer when he was a baby.

  “Someone needs to get mice control for their stomach,” Mirabelle commented from beside me.

  “Oh, shut up, you are not the one who was forced out of the door this morning,” I said glaring at her.

  “Hey, it was your fault, for which you got a kick on your ass this morning. We were going to be late,” She said pointing her index finger at me. Yes, people, my best friend did kick me in the ass this morning to get me out of my house. Embarrassing? Well, yeah, a lot.

  “And what did we get for arriving on time?” I asked, lifting up one of my eyebrows for some extra effect.

  Just as she was going to answer, the teacher arrived. Cheers to beginning the day with the worst subject of them all.

  I somehow managed to stay alive and awake through the class. Why did I take up Maths again? Yeah right, to impress my parents. The bell rang the moment when I thought I nearly going to fall off of the desk. I startled back to reality.

  “You know, you’re going to fail if you don’t study for this subject. You didn’t hear a single thing.” Mirabelle said, as we were walking up to our lockers to get the books for the next class.

  “I heard everything, you always think I don’t hear anything, but I do!” I said as I slammed the locker door shut. Now we had painting class. />
  “Tell me what a hyperbola is?” She said.

  “A polar what?” I asked, scrunching up my face with confusion. What on earth is a polar bear doing in the subject Maths?

  “Just like I thought,” She stopped walking suddenly.

  “What’s wrong now?” I went back and asked her. She just kept staring, “The boys!”

  I looked to where she was staring, and there they were. Our notorious seniors! They were all standing in a huddle and laughing about something. I couldn’t help but do accept, that guy who I slapped in the morning was handsome. He had this certain special aura around him. His smile brought unknown feelings bubbling up through my chest. His golden brown hair had a look which seemed effortless yet looked damn good like it was styled in a parlor. And he was wearing a black T-shirt with jeans. Man, I just couldn’t help myself but stare at his broad chest and shoulders, his toned biceps and his nearly visible abdominalsand…, I am ranting, aren’t I? Wait, a second, why on earth am I crushing over the idiot I slapped in the morning? I shook off the momentary weakness, “We should be going to our class, so start walking.” I said to Mirabelle in a serious tone.

  I started walking with Mirabelle in tow. I had put up a straight face, but mind it, now, when the adrenaline is down, I am anything but serious right now. Maybe, a little scared too.