Destined (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (reading books for 6 year olds .TXT) 📖

try to blame Her for your problems?” The coldness in his voice made her mouth pop open, only to then be snapped shut.
“Screw you. I don’t have to justify myself to you.” She growled out and walked away from him. She heard him make a smart comment that she turned around to. She stormed to him, her black dress whipping around her shins and her converse squeaking under the amount of pressure she put on her feet.
“You listen here, I don’t like you. I don’t know how much more obvious you want me to be, but I loathe you. For some reason, though, She has decided to guard you from me. I can’t see anything regarding to you. That pisses me off beyond all measure, make no mistake. I don’t know what would happen if I tried to attack you, Brandon dying has showed me that She’s going to protect you, no matter what the cost. Please do not push me, because I swear to the human God’s I will find some way to make you hurt. It may not be now, or tomorrow. It may be months from now, years from now, and you will feel the most excruciating pain you’ve ever felt before. It will be me, and that is a promise. I never break my promises. Ever.” She whispered to him, feeling her eyes turn amber, then red. Revealing exactly how mad she was. He smirked as his eyes, too, bled to amber but then morphed into the darkest green she’d ever seen.
“Listen, luv, I don’t know why She’s decided to protect me. I don’t know why I’m different, but I just am. I’ve heard your promise, and now I’m making my own. If you dare try to hurt me, I can promise you, you will regret it. If you target my sister, or any other siblings my parents may have, I will attack you. You won’t see me coming, you won’t know I’m near. One minute I won’t be there, the next I will. I can promise you that I will use every weakness you have in your life against you. That is my promise. And I don’t break promises.” He leaned close to her, putting his mouth near her ear. She struggled not to shiver as he whispered “ever.” Into her ear. He leaned back, his eyes melting back to blue, and winked at her then went to find someone. She stood, shell shocked, staring after him.


Carol looked down at her friends body and rage surfed in her body. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this! They’d planned out their life, they were supposed to die together!! Not like this! She gripped the edge of his mahogany casket until the wood creaked under her fingers.
“Carol.” Kevin whispered in her ear, putting his hand over hers.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I promised him, his mother. I promised them I would watch over him, he wouldn’t get hurt.” Her eyes watered but no tears fell, no tears ever fell. There was something wrong with her dear ducts, she wasn’t capable of crying.
“Baby, you couldn’t control this.” He soothed her, rubbing her paling knuckles.
“Like hell I couldn’t. Where is that little bitch? That little bitch that decided she was gonna kill him?” She snarled and tore away from his casket, desperate to avenge her life long friend.
“Carol, it wasn’t her fault. You know it wasn’t.” Kevin said, wrapping his arms around her mid-section. Carols eyes and nose zeroed in on LunaRosa.
“You bitch.” She snarled, struggling to get to the child. Sarah ran in front of Carol and put her hands on each side of her face.
“Carol, please, not here. Not now. It wasn’t her fault, please stop this.” Her friends face was tear streaked, and her eyes were desperate. Carol stopped struggling and broke, her eyes tearing to the point of no return.
“I promised them Sar. I promised them he wouldn’t get hurt. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” She sobbed cursing her faulty tear ducts.
“Life doesn’t go the way we want it to, baby, trust me. Please stop.” Sarah whimpered. Carol nodded and slumped against her mate. Sarah moved her hands from her friends face and cried some more.
“If I die young, bury me in satin. Lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Lord make me a rainbow I’ll shine down on my mother, she’ll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my covers. Life ain’t always what you think it oughta be. Ain’t even grey but she buries her baby. The sharp knife of a short life, well I’ve had just enough time. If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. Sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. The sharp knife of a short life, well I’ve had just enough time.” Carol sang softly, resting her arm on the arm wrapped around her midsection.
“And I’ll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom. I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finer. I’ve never known the loving of a man, but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand. There’s a boy here in town, says he’ll love me for forever. Who would’ve thought forever could be severed by a sharp knife of a short life. Well, I’ve had just enough time.” Sarah picked up the song. Everything went quit, all the people stood awkwardly in the backyard of the Greene house.
“So put on your best boys, and I’ll wear my pearls. What I never did is done. A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I sell ‘em for a dollar. They’re worth so much more when I’m a goner. And maybe then you’ll hear the words I’ve been singing. Funny when your dead, people start listening. If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. Sink me in the river, at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. Uh oh. The ballad of a dove, go with peace and love, gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket, save ‘em for a time when you’re really gonna need ‘em. The sharp knife of a short life, well I’ve had just enough time. So put on your best boys, and I’ll wear my pearls.” Molly sang, closing her eyes and swaying softly to the music in everyone’s head. The song was old, really old, but it fit the situation. They couldn’t howl, not out loud anyway. They all sent their prayers to Mother Moon and prayed that they were heard. Chapter 13

Valerie felt something… renewing in the air around her. All the heaviness that she’d felt in the past few days had lightened a little. A little. She played with the sleeve of the coffee cup, picking at it with her nail. It was raining in New York, and cold. She watched as the people walked past the small café, anxious to get to wherever they needed to get to. They didn’t know about the world around them, about the people, the species, that they coincided with. The lives they led were easy ones, the troubles they had were small ones. Nothing could compare to what she was going through. Nothing. So, it didn’t matter that there was a lightening in her heart. It didn’t matter that the grey skies seemed to lighten. Her heart would forever be heavy, dark and burdened with the pain of her loss.


The days and weeks that followed the funeral were somber ones. No one knew where Valerie was, she’d cut off all ties. Not even Drew could feel her through the pack links. Soon… it was as if Brandon wasn’t even dead. Slowly the children came back to themselves, and the children brought the adults out, but nobody could forget. Nobody could really forget. Luna just couldn’t seem to. It was her fault that he was dead, her fault that she couldn’t read his future lines. The future lines were, in a way, the book to a wolfs’ life. You could see everything in the past, present and future in the future lines. His book wasn’t there anymore, it had been pulled off the wrack of the library of life. It was her fault. So, one day, while she sulked in her room her mother turned on the tunes. They were songs that were created to be danced to, meant to make you want to move. They disgusted Rosa, he should be here to listen to them. Her mother was relentless, playing song after song, but never singing to them. It just sounded like her mother… sat there and listened to it. Luna gave in, standing up she closed her eyes and let the music drift her to a land where everything went her way. She wasn’t responsible for everything wrong in the werewolf world. And she twirled.
It wasn’t a professional move, not by any standards, but it made her feel younger and freer. She twirled and twirled and twirled. She didn’t stop until she felt dizzy and sick to her stomach. She didn’t stop until she was sure all the wetness had flew from her face and to any surface other than that. She wiped the remaining tears off her face and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, good hearing also meant good listening. She wasn’t doing this, she wasn’t going to cry. Wolves died every day, it was the circle of life.
“Oh so what a few tears came out, what’s the big whoop?” her mother asked softly from the door, leaning her hip on the threshold.
“I’m the-“
“If the words that are about to come out of your mouth are along the lines of ‘I’m Alpha, I show no emotion’ I will leap across this room and go Homer Simpson on you.” She growled teasingly and stepped toward her child. She put her soft motherly hands on each side of Luna’s cheeks and wiped away the small dashes of wet from her cheeks.
“It’s Ok to mourn him, ya know. He was a huge part of your life, he was a huge part of mine.”
“But dad-“
“Your father mourned, behind closed doors. Don’t ever let him fool you, your father has emotions. Underneath that whole ‘I am man, respect me’ mask, he has emotions.” Molly cut in softly, kissing her daughters forehead.
“No one is going to hold it against you if you show a little emotion. And if they do, let me know. I’ll kick their ass and make ‘em wish they were never even thought about.” She growled teasingly, making Luna scrunch up her face and laugh.
“Come on downstairs, I think Izzy is on her way here.” Molly said, holding onto her daughters hand as she walked out the room.
“Do I have a choice in the matter?” Rosa asked exasperatedly, smiling a little as her mother snorted and shook her head.


Thomas trudged down the steps, the sound of laughter bringing him out of his room. For weeks he had refused