Fallen Goddess by Madeline Piper (top fiction books of all time TXT) 📖

Well am actually studying the Greek and the Romans in history so I decided to write about the gods. Apparently this book is bending the truth...the only reason I made two gods have a child was because the child would be MORE powerful but in reality in order for a god to have a child they had to mate with a mortal. This piece is a rough draft of the actual beginning of this book "Fallen Goddess" which is in process but I want to make sure its good enough. Please help me out in either liking or commenting or both to indicate if I should continue or not. I'm lost in this whole book writing....thanks! Enjoy! :)

My mind was everywhere I couldn’t think straight between finals, friends, puberty , my seventeenth birthday and the mystical dreams I’ve been having it was impossible for me to get an ounce of sleep. I rolled onto my side and stared out the screen door noticing it was left open. Climbing out of bed I threw the blanket mama made around me making sure I was securely covered from the outside chills. I walked onto the balcony and gazed down the tall apartment building watching the streets light with cars. My gaze moved to the skies watching the seven sister’s twinkle above me. I sighed deeply before turning to go back inside. There were smeared finger prints on the glass by the handle of the door and an envelope laying on the floor in front of me. I stepped inside closing it tightly, sat on the bed and proceded in opening the letter with my name beautifully written on it. Celine

. An unusual looking paper was tucked in it which smelt very appealing almost like a freshly bloomed rose drowned in wine.
I pulled it out and started to read:

Dear Celine,
Your beauty is indescribable and your independence is immeasurable and we would be delighted to see you once more. We would like you to have this gift but to recieve it you will have to be patient until your birthday. Remember our love for you is strong and we would happy to be with you, to hold you, to touch you once more but our time is very limited…

Love,
Your Mother and Father
From the Star’s above.

There was a soft knock on the door. “Sweet tea, it’s time for school.” I heard mama call. I looked at the clock to see the time, 8:39, giving me only thirty more minutes to make it to school. I hurriedly showered, brushed my hair, did my makeup and got dressed. I grabbed my back pack and started down the stairs. “Sweet tea, remember to pick up the mail on your way home today. You know Jerry’s knees are to old to function like he used too.” Mama said flipping pancakes. She is the typical housewive with black curly hair, a tiny little body, a sweet admirable voice and an apron strapped around her at all times.
“Why not take papa to the doctor?” I asked sitting at the table. I didn't want to speak of the letter deciding on letting them tell me their selves since I figured they wrote it. I kept a small grin on my face anticipating my 'present'.
She places a plate stacked of her famous blueberry pancakes smothered in fresh maple syrup in front of me and kissed my forehead gently.
“You know that old bum doesn’t care to doctors. He thinks they’re a waste of money!” She chuckles to herself. “That man needs to get a grip.”
Shoving the pancakes in my mouth I swallowed a glass of orange juice to wash it down. I was already running late and if eating like a dog was a faster way to reach to school on time so be it even though I am a neat freak.
“I think papa needs a massage to calm his nerves. He’s always tense.” I gulped another glass of OJ.
“Who's tense?” He asks walking into the kitchen. He ruffles my hair and pulls up a seat next to me around the table.
“No one papa. I have to go now though.” I say. He pulls out his wallet and hands me lunch money. I quickly pecked his forehead and called “Bye!” before running from the house.
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The bell rang triggering all the students to pour into the class and take their seats. Amber and Sarah, my two best friends were on both my sides ranting about their new hair styles and manicures but I was to caught up by the letter until...
“Morning class today we are being joined by a new student.” Mr. Greggory, my History teacher says. “His name is Lance Goliath.” My heart stopped for a second as the most gorgeous looking man I have ever seen made his way into the classroom.He has golden blonde hair flopped perfectly in his face over his deep brown eyes, a muscular body which was piercing through his tight blue polo shirt and pearly white teeth that caused me to smile. I swore I would've died when his eyes landed on me and his smile grew wider.
"Check him out, Cici. I think he likes you." Amber whispers nudging her elbow into my side.
"C'mon Amber tell me what guy wouldnt fall deathly in love with her?" Sarah interrupted. I zoned them out and stared at him in his dazzling eyes. It's like our world collided because everything fell into the background and I was in his arms on my knees bowing to two bright gold thrones.
“Rise Mercury, you’re mission was completed successfully. You may leave.” A woman said. Her voice was mesmerizing and I felt my feet tremble beneath me. I rolled my head up and looked at her. She was magnificently beautiful with long golden hair which waved down her shoulders, piercing blue eyes that gazed at me lovingly and pale pink skin free from any flaw.
Mercury released me and stood. He bowed to the woman who was on the left throne and to the man on her right. Their fingers were intertwined and it seemed as if they were lovers. The man also had curly golden hair but had dark brown eyes and a strong appearance the woman was softer looking. They were beautiful and my heart beat increased.
“Thank you, your majesties.” Mercury replied. He looked down at me, smiled and left. There were two guards that led him out closing the tall heavy doors behind him. I realized that everything was exquisite with gold and silver walls, doors, furniture, utensils etc its as if I were in heaven. There was a small fountain pouring dark blue water out of cupid's mouth.
When we were all alone except for the guards the woman stood and slowly walked down the stairs until she stopped right in front of me. She outstretched her arms to me and said, “Celine…oh my wonderful Celine. Rise, rise we’ve missed you so much.” I stood still confused about what exactly was going on. The man also stood and came to her side.
“Do I know you?” I slipped out. Her facial expression didn't change she just smiled widely. She walked even closer and wrapped her arms around me.
“Oh how we’ve missed you so, Celine.” Tears welded in her eyes as she released me and signaled for the man to take his turn in hugging me. His muscular arms buried me. I closed my eyes and leaned closer into him. I actually felt close to them not even having the ‘stranger danger’ feeling. When he released me they both stared at me and the woman placed her hand over her heart and smiled.
The man said, “We are your parents. Ares and Aphrodite.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and said, “My parents are home actually probably planning me a birthday party.” They chuckled.“What’s so funny?”
“Come darling. It is time for you to freshen up. Your feast awaits you.” The man said.
“Feast?” I question.
“Yes, of course. We have to have a magnificent feast for our returning daughter. Come quickly it starts in an hour.” My so called mother says. She gracefully wraps an arm around my neck and escorts me to the heavy golden doors with my ‘father’ trailing behind us. The guards bowed to us and hurriedly opened the doors with smiles spreading across their faces. ~Could this be real? ~ I asked myself.
We walked for what seemed like hours curving into endless halls, big flourishing rooms and descending numerous stairs. While servants scurried around the place smiling and bowing at us with respect. My mother and father as I decided to call them were quiet behind of me. We stopped at an enormous room furnished blissfully fit for a princess. With lavender curtains draped down to the marbled floors which had wonderful furniture spread across it. There was a queen sized bed tucked in the corner of the room, an ancient looking dresser sitting right from the bed, and there was also a mural of some sort of a baby being carried by a tall handsome man through white puffy clouds.
“This is your room Celine. I’ll send a servant to help you get ready.” My father says backing out. Before he closed the door he bows. My mother stays with me with a sad expression playing on her face. She walks over to me and strokes my silky black hair softly. Her hands felt soothing against my face as she continues to stroke my hair.
“We’ve missed you so much my dear.” She finally says breaking the silence.
“I don’t know what is there to miss. I’m sorry but I do not know you.” I reply meekly.
“We wouldn’t expect you too yet we do expect you to remember this.” She calmly states making her way over to the closet. I plop onto the soft cushiony bed folding my hands in my lap. I continue to gaze around as she shuffles through pink and purple boxes with specific articulate designs on them.