Daughters of Kimora by Angel92296 (best thriller novels of all time .TXT) 📖

what I could see. There were three figures that surrounded Jesse. He looked like he was trying to fight them off.
“Jesse,” I moaned. I couldn’t tell what he was fighting but I could tell that he was hurt. I knew that I couldn’t just lay here in pain (like a really smart person would do) and watch him get hurt. I stood up, even though it caused me pain in several different places. I walked (actually limped) closer to where Jesse still fought for his life.
“Lucinda!! Stay back!!” Jesse yelled. I just kept walking when the creatures turned on me. They looked hideous. If they weren’t jet black and nearly transparent then I would have thought of them as werewolves (no offense to werewolves, if they exist).
“Creatures! Release him!” I yelled, annoying the pain it caused me. They quickly (and surprisingly) let go of their hold on Jesse’s arms. “Creatures! Depart! And never return!” They scattered quickly away screeching like bats. The pain caught up to me and then my knees buckled and gave away. My eyes shut on their own free will. I was surprised that I didn’t hit the floor.
“Lucinda! I’m sorry! I saw them coming and couldn’t get you away fast enough!” he cried, his tears falling on my face. He must have caught me before I hit the ground.
“Don’t cry,” I said, weakly. “Angels don’t cry. My Angel doesn’t cry. Right?”
“You need to stay as far away from me as you possibly can! Do you hear me?” he said. His voice sounded cold and emotionless.
“You’re not getting away that easily, wing boy,” I said, hearing the smile in my voice.
“Lucinda. I’m serious,” he said, still sounding cold. I opened my eyes to see that his face matched to his voice and I closed them again.
“Then I have no reason to wait for help. I’ll just permanently sleep in your arms.”
“Lucinda!! Wake up!! Don’t you dear leave!!” he yelled. That's when I heard how Jesse is really feeling about me and how much he cares for me. I smiled.
“I wouldn’t leave you for the world,” I said, gently in a soft whisper. I felt his face in my hair.
“I don’t want to pretend to be your brother anymore. I love you in a completely different way. I just don’t know if you can accept that much for me” he mumbled against my hair.
“Just don’t leave me,” I said, above a whisper. Jesse screamed my name over and over again but the world just seemed to fade away.

Truth, Lies, and Dreams Despised

I woke up in my familiar room at the cabin, wrapped in what felt like thousands of blankets. Talk about overly compassionate. I tried un-layering myself but that took too much energy that I just didn’t have. I heard a ruffling sound in the far left corner of the humungous room. I tried to see from where I laid in the bed.
“Who’s there?” I asked; sounding braver then I felt. I had one heck of a day that I would probably never forget. I heard footsteps and he came into view. The light from the night stand bed lamp wasn’t bright but I saw him perfectly. I saw him in a whole new light.
“You look so hurt,” he whispered.
“I am fine,” I said, defensively.
“No, you’re not. This is all my fault,” he whined.
“That I’m a live? Yes, that is your fault. Should you bang yourself up about it? No, no you shouldn’t,” I said, sarcastically and grinning widely. It took me getting banged and bruised with advise from my magical bird friend (which that is still kind of weird to say) to realize that I never really actually thought of Jesse as my brother. Which is probably why were so closed and it was kind of (maybe kind of) easier to tell each other how we felt.
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about,” he whispered.
“Have you ever felt like we were lying to each other?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, I feel that a lot,” he said, looking away.
“I mean, without us knowing it?” I added.
“What do you mean?” he asked, stepping closer to the bed.
“The whole foster brother and sister thing didn’t seem real at all. I’m just now realizing that. We were practically just friends living in the same house.”
“I see where you’re going with this. Yes, I have felt that. For a very long time,” he said, taking my hand in his. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what I really felt about the boy I have called an idiot for years.
“I hope you haven’t awakened her?” a familiar voice spoke from the opened door of the room and I wondered how that could possibly be. Could Miraculous really fit in the cabin? I really doubt it.
“No, my lady, I haven’t. She awakened on her own,” he told her, still staring at me. I tried to sit up to see her and gasped in pain. A beautiful lady was quickly at my side, just across from where Jesse stood. Her hair was long and silky. It went well past her slim waist. Her eyes were an ocean blue that seemed to glow in the not so bright room.
“Are you alright child?” she asked, sounding like Miraculous but looking nothing like her. Miraculous is a breath taking bird and this woman was a breath taking goddess.
“You look…” I started but let the sentence hang in the air.
“Human,” she finished for me.
“Amazing,” I corrected her, grinning. She smiled down at me, grasping my free hand.
“Is she alright?” Maria came running in the room, gracefully.
“Just fine,” I said, smiling at her. “How is Katelyn?”
“She practically doesn’t remember a thing,” Jesse said. I didn’t like the way that sounded.
“Uh, Miraculous?” I asked; the worry showing in my voice.
“She is fine. Worry not of her health but of yours,” she said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. “Come on, Agora, there is work to be done.” They left the room and closed the door behind them.
“She really scares me,” Jesse said when they were gone.
“She just likes you,” I said, pulling him down, closer to me.
“I hope you two don’t have the same taste in guys” he said, smiling at my intensity to close the space between us.
“No, we both just know what’s good for me,” I said, smiling. He almost pulled away gently but I wouldn’t allow it. “Now where were we before we were rudely interrupted?”
“Right about here,” he said and his lips met mine. In that moment nothing mattered. I slid one arm around his neck and the other on his bare chest (because he failed to put another shirt on). His wings that was tucked so neatly against his bare back, sputtered open and fell around me. The kiss was gentle but longing. It was normal but magical. It was practically indescribably amazing. He pulled away too soon.
“Hey, come back here,” I whined. I reached for him but he just grabbed my arms.
“So that’s what it’s like,” he said, smiling.
“It’s like to what?” I asked.
“To kiss you,” he answered. “I thought that I never would. That was amazing.”
“Then why did you pull away?” I asked, pouting. The look made him laugh a little and grab the chair that was close to where he stood.
“You’re still hurt,” he reminded me. I knew by the well known look that said I won so don’t even try that I wasn’t going to get what I want.
“What did Miraculous call Maria?” I asked picking the first question that was on my mental list of questions.
“Oh, she called her Agora,” he said simply.
“And that’s her name?” I asked.
“Yep,” he said, staring at me, watching my every move and facial expression. It was a little annoying but he did think he did this to me so it adds up.
“And your name is?” I asked, feeling strange, like I was speaking to a stranger.
“Angel or Kauis or Jesse,” he said, grinning. He sat down beside my bed. I was about to ask him another question but then a thought from Miraculous stopped me cold. Listen sharply as we speak. I instantly knew she was talking about her and Maria. I tried to refocus myself like I had in the car to calm myself but this time for a different purpose. I tried to extend my hearing enough to hear what was happening down the hall, in the kitchen.
“I’m worried Ancient One,” I heard Maria’s voice say. “We don’t know what we are up against.”
“What is there to fear? We have Angelice. Do you not trust her as well as you displayed?” Miraculous voice was sharp but nearly normal.
“Of course I trust her!” Maria gasped in shock.
“Then why do you fear?” Miraculous asked. I heard footsteps and liquid being poured in a glass.
“Kimora has not yet regained her strength. What will happen if things go wrong?” Maria sounded really tired and drained. It made me think about the scar on her face (and the Lion King 2).
“Nothing can go wrong if nothing has been planned,” said Miraculous, in her wise normal tone.
“And I fear nothing will be planned can also cause something to go very wrong,” Maria said, trying to be as wise but failing in her attempt.
“Angelice has just awakened to this world and she needs time. I failed to help her the last time. That is a mistake I will not let happen again!” Miraculous hissed. And then, I shook my head and my normal hearing returned.
“What just happened to you?” Jesse asked; his forehead crinkled in worry. The boy worried too much.
“Nothing that I really can explain,” I told him. “Could you excuse me a minute?”
“I was told to keep an eye on you,” he said, as an excuse, I could tell.
“I will only be a minute,” I said pleading. He hesitated and stood up. He walked out the door and I quickly struggled out the blankets. I was starting to think about how stupid things in my life sounded. For example, the boy I was told and believed was my brother is my un-official boyfriend who happened to come with a package (I am talking about his wings!) that was abnormal. My imagined friend from my child hood dreams is actually real and speaking to me verbally (and mentally!), not to mention, she’s a giant dove.
I finally broke free from the blanket barrier and I carefully (and painfully) got out the bed. I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t scream as I tried to stand up straight. I walked, well, limped to the giant wood dressers that held some emergency