Imagine an unfortunate victim attempting to rescue himself from a dungeon or a hole or the basement of an old, dilapidated building everytime he realizes that his abductors are already sawing wood, their limbs looking lifeless and their eyes shut tight as if in a trance. He goes ahead to steal one of their daggers lying on the ground, and then cuts off the ropes he's tied with, meticulously, and quietly enough. He's finally free and then creeps out of the building, climbing fences and tall trees, his legs tugging at thorns but he keeps trying his best to escape. He sees the town in a distance after running for hours. He heaves a sigh of relief, only to fall straight into the arms of another one of them, waiting at the gates for any victim wanting to escape. What do you do to save your head when that thing you thought you're finally free from, pops its ugly head and jeers at you and you keep running into it on your way out? A South African-American teenager, Ashley Amahle Butler has all her life, served punishments which should only be meted out to offenders despite not being a criminal. Running was not easy but it was her only option, and the more she ran, the more she sank into the abyss of life. She was going to get a new beginning somewhere else, and stop living as a victim. She had just one supporter in the whole wide world who wanted to give her that newness her soul craved. Eventually, she did get a new beginning but it was far from her wildest expectations. Find out if Ashley slipped into the sweet by and by, or made it out of the abyss with her scars.
PROLOGUE
People call me strong- everyone who's seen my story or heard it, call me strong. 'Oh, she's such a strong young lady, I bet I can't endure that much.'
'She's too young to go through so much but she's so resilient, I wish I had a strength like hers' and I just scoff at their words, and sometimes want to punch them all on the jaw or groin, or their eyes especially so they won't need to see me after then, because they actually do not know what they are talking about, i tell you.
You see, I'm actually really weak.
In fact, I could pass for the definition of a weakling. I'm not being pessimistic- call it realistic. I don't know what these people see, but it's definitely not the truth.
Come to think of it, a weakling is a person of weak character, lacking in courage and/or moral strength.
I, Ashley Amahle am a synonym for that word
Synonyms - Ashley, Amahle
Antonyms: Glenda, Zuri
Example One- You're a Ashley! You can't even do anything on your own! Phew!
Example Two- I thought I was a Glenda, but I tried doing it again and I'm afraid I'm starting to be a Ashley. I need some confidence, man.
That's how our dictionaries should be set now. There's nobody as cowardly as I am in the whole wide world.
Glenda(or Zuri), my older sister is my opposite.
I am like a frail old woman who can't even grab things without them falling off her fingers, or a wobbly individual who can't keep water down their throat.
Do these people even have dictionaries in their possessions?
Or maybe their own definition of strong is different from mine.
Strong people create solutions without letting nothing hold them back.
Nothing at all.
They don't encourage procrastination and they are usually not defenseless.
They don't whimper in the face of fear or crawl into a hole to avoid it.
All they do when they see an opportunity or a way out is, grab it as fast as they can and make a go for it, even when it's too difficult to do.
That's not me at all. I have never been that way
If I'm strong, why is it so tough for me to chug the dark thick liquid I bought at the store on my nineteenth birthday, down my throat without looking back?
It looked like death but who cared?
It's been lying there in my chest drawer for six days now. My birthday was six days ago, and I swear, I don't want to have any more birthdays on this earth.
Nicolas won't stop pampering me and treating me to a nice meal on my big days.
Not that I'm complaining or I'm not grateful for him, but I wish he will just forget about me and move on with his life because I'm no good for him.
I know he loves me truly but I wish he didn't.
I just want him to help me end my life, or teach me how to. I'm too broken, I guess.
I mean, I try all the time but I am just too cowardly to end it. I wince like a foolish wounded pet when I cry, and even I, hate the sound of it.
Why is it so hard for me to help myself? It's not like I am committing a crime- I am only trying to embrace peace. Not?
Nicolas did tell me that there is peace on the other side.
Anytime he talked about life to his friends at pool or at school, he never stops saying that.
I wonder what he means?
And when I remember those words, it makes me feel like texting him to come over already and help me swallow the liquid everytime I try to, but what if he thinks I am crazy and doesn't help me?
On a second thought, I stop caring someone might think that I am crazy. I don't care that Nicolas might already see me crazy.
Let him come help me shut my eyes and sip it like my favorite soda.
It is fucking hard each time I try to do it on my own.
It doesn't help that I try to imagine it being my favorite soda or hot chocolate drink, that Nicolas got me whenever I felt like having it,or maybe I am simply afraid of how mercilessly it would tear my intestines and liver.
Ask me what I fear the most, and I'll tell you 'Death'.
I really don't know which could be worse- the pain of dying physically from poison or dying emotionally from being abused.
I want badly to avoid the latter as quickly as I can, but I also want to cross to the other side without pain.
Nicolas knows a lot about these things.
He also knows that I hate drugs, bitter or not, I just hate their smell.
I need him.
I know all I need to do is text him and he will be at my doorstep in thirty minutes to take me away- he doesn't live too far away, but you see, I am not bold enough to call for him because as soon as he comes close, I am sure to have all my rehearsed words flying out the window.
I am going to find myself talking to him about craving chicken feet and soda for a while now, unbelievably, or about us seeing the latest series together at his place soon enough.
I always need courage to do everything and so most times, I end up not doing them.
I am too afraid to talk to my boyfriend about my problems. The thing is, I don't like talking about them.
Even though he knows all of them, he wants me to talk but I don't want to be a burden, so I rather go to my favorite place and talk to the sunset and the wind.
I've been doing that since my seventeenth birthday.
So when next you are tempted to call me a strong woman, get ready to be punched in the groin for lying to my face.
I'm not anything like Glenda, my older sister- she's the definition of strong, brave, cool and resilient.
She is no crybaby like I am, she wears her problems like a pair of underwear and wears a big smile over them like a coat in winter.
I know she got bigger problems than I got, and I wonder how she can manage with them all this time.
And that is why I don't want to talk to her. I don't want to disturb her with my troubles. I can't even do that if I want to. She's left home.
I don't want to disturb sweet Nicolas either but I gotta call him now.
I don't even have a choice.
ONE-- THE LAST STRAW THAT BROKE THE CAMEL'S BACK
Ashley knew better than lying there on her back, waiting for his next action. He was not a cruel young man, but he was never a patient one either.
Typical him must have thought it was not a serious hit, and should get her ass back in the van on time.
Another car lay upside down across the road with thick smoke emanating from its ruptured engine. Nobody was in the car or so she thought.
With her elbow on the smooth tarred road, she lifted her weight slowly from the ground, not without suppressed groans escaping her mouth.
She glanced back at him as she did so, but he never left the steering.
Ashley kept falling back after many attempts, and it was then she noticed that she must have broken not a bone, but two or maybe three in her left leg.
She instinctively laid back on the ground letting the warmth of the sunset shine on her amber skin, swallowing the last trickle of saliva in her mouth.
Giving up was the best option for her now.
She kept stealing glances at his figure in the steering and wished he would just come down the van and help her up.
She thought she should ask him for help, because she knew that despite his loving nature, he rarely ever helped anyone if they didn't ask for it in a way.
Ashley groaned as she stretched the injured leg on the ground. Her throat was still dry. Horns still blared.
A white man in a blue Volkswagen behind Nicolas' van cussed at him and told him to move it or he'd run him over.
She was overly familiar with this alley and knew that it was not a busy one, still she hoped someone noticed her and came to help.
It dawned on her that her boyfriend must have been in the accident too as his posture remained the same at the steering despite the man's threats.
With that, Ashley attempted standing up again, while yelling his name.
She succeeded this time and jumped up the van with her leftover strength
"Nicolas! Please wake up! Nicolas" she called, tapping his shoulder, and wetting his blood-soaked body with her own tears.
The man behind them must have realized what happened, because he came running up towards their van, pulling the victim's stuck body out aggressively.
With his other hand, he dialled 911 and waited, pacing up and down the road
Ashley heaved a sigh of relief. The pain in her leg was excruciating, and she felt like she would pass out from losing so much blood.
The ambulance soon arrived and two men, alongside that man who called 911 pulled the young victim out of the van without much ado, and also pulled out a middle-aged woman from the other car on the road, which had somersaulted, and so she expected that she would be next but no one paid any attention to her.
"Please help me too, I'm losing blood" she cried but the man jumped in the ambulance and it zoomed off the road towards BetaDay Hospital.
That was when she realized that the man in the van had not been Nicolas and that this van was not his.
Ashley cussed under her breath, wondering why no one thought to rush her to the hospital too.
She tried to scream but she was extremely dehydrated.
Once again, the alley was quiet with no passers-by. No sound could be heard except the distant screeching of vehicles and the plat-plat drip of Ashley's blood on the road.
No one was coming to save her.
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Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
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Book 1 Amethyst prayed for her childhood best friend to be her mate. Everyone stares, they tease, they bully her for being an orphan but Mason was different. He protected her, he defended her. The Alpha's son loved her since they were pups. But you can't be kids forever. Everything turned sour when Mason began training to take over the Stone Heart Pack. He turned on her just like everyone else, Mason made her the target of his ruthless antics and when they turned of age - it got worse. Mason doesn't want an orphan for a mate. She has no power, no status and he wants someone with wealth to carry the Luna title. Amethyst isn't it. Everything crashes down, the humiliation and rejection too much to bare, turning Rogue was her only option. She couldn't submit any longer to the torture and living in the woods for a couple years before death seemed less painful. Until a man arrives. Claiming that Amethyst isn't an orphan. That she belongs to one of the five founding families. Amethyst thought that rejection was where her life ended. Wait till she finds out that it's only the beginning and neither her heart or life are safe. ******** Book 2 Maverick's past is a secret for a reason, there are rumors spread that he made deals with ancient witches to get the power every member longs for. But it's just a rumor....or is it? There is a reason why his mind and heart are always at war because if he claims Sage as his, hell would rip her from this earth. The best option is to stay away from her, to not have contact with her. What can he do when she shows up at his territory? Desperate to escape her grief. The problem is, Maverick made promises and with Sage in the picture - he can't keep them. There is a reason why Maverick is the Forbidden Alpha.. and Sage is about to find out what being a Fated Mate truly means. ******* Book 3 Jasmine Ravenstone gave up everything for a man who couldn't speak. Renouncing her Alpha title and fleeing with Kyson Zero, she has no idea of the past he carries or the Fated Mate curse she will endure. Being born from the first witch in existence, Kyson and Kier had to go through lifetimes to kill their father and never succeeded in their destiny. Now, the seal has been broken and they are down to their last life. If they don't kill their father then the supernatural world will cease to exist. Kyson didn't realize the ramifications of his actions. Stealing a Fated comes with consequences, a sirebond that ties Jasmine to him. He didn't expect a curse that will cause damnation. ******* Book 4 Kier Zero returns to his life as Alpha, after ultimately killing his first tormentor. But that was only his first demon, there is a second one that haunts him. Marked by Olivia Aspen, he wants as much distance away from her as possible. Until she arrives, with a mysterious power that everyone seems to want and a debt to a deadly vampire. She has no one to consult, stranded and lost in a world without a pack or home. Olivia chooses to repay her debt, but that comes with strings attached when the charming vampire has more to offer than she ever could have imagined.