Progress Update/Snippit

Hey you guys,

I want to thank you for your patience and kind words, the funeral was last Saturday and it was harder than I expected considering he had been sick since last summer and he was just getting worse.


Since I doubt the latest chapter will up anytime as soon as you'd like and for Choices the first person is killing me I figured I'd give you a look at one of my 'babies', lol. My 'babies' are stories that I came up with when I was younger and I still adore or I doubt have the skill to actually write.



This is the opening of my first ever straight romance from a  possible series called StarCrossed. I started it when I was 17/18 but didn't have the skill to put it where I wanted it to go. It took me forever to get this opening chapter and it's still no where as good as it could be.

 Hope you enjoy and I am working on IWOAK30,  I was actually writing it when I decided to take a break and do a progress report thingle.

 Chapter One – And so it begins

The first time he became aware of her, time seemed to stop. The music changed from a pounding, pulsating roar to a buzzing hush, as if all sound was being sucked from the room. The press of bodies around him seemed to fade into nothing, leaving naught but hot humid air behind. Even though he was more than three feet away from her and he knew it was physically impossible with the loud music, he could hear her laugh, husky and whiskey-rich as it made its way through the room and to his ears. 

That’s how she really caught his attention. He’d been contemplating whether to take the dazzling blonde up on her silent offer, her body swaying to the beat, or if her friend, a black haired beauty was more his type, when her laugh had reached him, over the noise, surpassing the distance and hitting like a punch to the gut, causing a spark to light instead of the expected pain. 

Taking his eyes off of his coy might-be playmates he’d looked around for the cause of that sound, dismissing the tingle that spread through him as the beginnings of a good buzz, and not one of excitement, and crushed the fluttering that was trying to start in his stomach with a shot of whiskey. The last time a woman had made his stomach flutter he’d been thirteen and in the throes of his first, and only, crush. 

There had been no need for excitement once it became obvious that he could have any girl he wanted, his looks and wealth a draw few could resist, even when he hadn’t been old enough to make it worthwhile.   

As he did a slow scan of the room, she laughed again, this time causing a sizzling jolt to run through his body and him to hone in on her position.  The world slowed down, while his heart beat faster and he was filled with self disgust as he took in the person who was dancing before him, only her back visible. It was a child.

No, not a child, he realised as she did a slow turn allowing him to get a better look at her. He still couldn’t make out her features as the dance floor was dim and she was quite a distance away, but she did not have the body of a child. She was tiny though, five foot two at the most, five foot five if you counted her hair, but curvy all over. Full hips and a chest which filled out the gown she was wearing nicely. And she definitely did not move like a child. Though she did not have the practiced ease of the girls he’d been eyeing before, there was something about her that made his stomach tighten and without meaning too he began to walk towards her.

It was at this moment that she glanced up and their eyes met. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move, all he could do was stare as a slow, delicious burn began underneath his skin and the world moved back to it’s rightful speed, his senses almost overpowered as sound rushed back in, along with the crowds and humidity. She looked away first and he felt strangely bereft as a result.

He would’ve sworn that he knew her from somewhere, and yet he’d never seen her before in his life. Not that he actually would’ve remembered her face; she wasn’t his type. She was cute and he had never done cute. Not even when that was all the girls his age were. And yet, here he was unable to tear his gaze away from a girl who was only cute.

He smiled slightly, not even a real smile just a slight upturning of his lips, when he caught the eye of a gorgeous brunette. She smiled back slowly, coyly, and he noticed the way she inhaled deeply, pushing out her chest as she did so. She’d had her eye on him since the speeches had wrapped up and he’d made his way over to the bar. He’d ignored her, too irritated that he had been forced to attend the wedding of the man who spawned the two most irritating creatures he knew to keep up familial appearances. Now she was a welcome distraction from his irritatingly odd behavior. Yet, even as he looked at her, his eyes drifted back to the ‘cute’ girl.

He gave his head a shake, intending to clear it a bit then forcefully refocused his attention on the brunette.  She was his type, and she was the one he would end up spending the night with. And yet without meaning too he felt himself walk past her and head towards the short girl. And then he was asking her to dance as the song changed to a slow one and she was looking up at him in surprise. She was even smaller than he’d originally thought, her heels giving her needed inches and at five nine he towered over her.

She accepted only at the urgings of her friends who he promptly forgot about the moment she took a hold of his hand. He got another tremor, this time the starting point was where their hands met and it spread slowly, tauntingly to other points in his body causing him to inhale sharply. It took all his control to not pull her flush against him and see what would happen then. He glanced down, wanting to see how she was reacting to his presence but although he seemed hyper aware of her, it seemed to have little to no affect on her besides the initial shock. She wasn’t even looking at him, instead gazing off at a spot to his right.

He didn’t like that; he wanted her to feel as enraptured with him as he was with her. Not that he was enraptured, he didn’t get attached to females, they got attached to him. And the fact that this girl, who wasn’t even pretty, just cute, didn’t seem fazed by him at all was bothersome.

“So, do you have a name?” He asked after struggling to think of something to get her attention and keep it. He never had that problem before so it took him a while to think of that brilliant little conversation starter. She looked up, apparently surprised and for the first time he got a decent look at her features and it confirmed his earlier opinion. She was cute.

She looked to be about his age, seventeen or eighteen, with big brown eyes that were hidden behind pink framed glasses that he vaguely remembered matched the colour of her dress. She had a small-ish nose, skin the colour of pecans, and a full mouth that she had licked quickly, far too quickly, when she noticed his gaze on them. He pulled her closer under the ruse that they were too far apart for him to hear her response when in reality he just liked the way they felt together.

He didn’t usually go for the small cute girls, and he’d never had a problem dancing with girls his height or even taller though he got teased for it but with her, despite the height difference they fit, and he could imagine dancing with her forever.

That horrifying thought caused him to miss whatever it was she had said. He did not do forever, most girls were lucky if he did ‘right now’. He realised she was asking him something, most likely what his name was. He leaned in closer to try and catch it but a tap on the shoulder stopped him from finding out what it was she wanted.

Straightening he turned his head to see Omar, the son of the groom standing beside him and from the look of it wanting to cut in. He put his instant refusal and reluctance to let her go down to his animosity towards the boy. Giving Omar a sardonic smile he released her, bowing ever so slightly to the girl before walking back to the bar, furious. His anger only increased as he watched the girl smile at Omar. She should’ve smiled at him like that.

He was losing his mind. He asked the bartender for a vodka shot, and took it quickly to counteract the heat rising in his stomach.

He didn’t know that girl and he didn’t care whom she smiled at. Tearing his gaze away from the hateful couple in front of him he realised that the brunette was watching him with a bit of resentment, obviously not used to being dismissed while she was in full seductress mode. He moved closer to her and began to sooth her ruffled feathers ordering tequila shots for both of them and making a show of licking the salt slowly off of her neck, having to make a conscious effort to force the other girl to the back of his mind and not look over to see if she was watching him, to see if she was jealous.

She was irrelevant and not only that she wasn’t his type. He did not do cute, and he did not pine over a tiny girl whose name he didn’t know and he would never see again.  No matter how sweet her personality might be, and he was positive she was sweet, another thing he didn’t got for when it came to females, she wouldn’t be a part of his reality.

A voice in the back of his mind, a very small, easily dismissible voice chimed in that she was the stuff of dreams. The brunette whispered something huskily in his ear, before grabbing his hand and starting to lead him towards the huge doors leading outside.

He didn’t know why he was still angry seeing as how he had a beautiful, more than willing woman to entertain him for the evening and he definitely didn’t know why he felt a sense of loss as he moved away from the girl. He forced himself not to look back knowing, hoping, that by the end of the night she wouldn’t even be a distant memory.

Too bad fate did not seem to know the same things he did.