Escaping Passion... by Mayla Qi (most read book in the world txt) 📖

Darkness was everywhere, I couldn't see a thing .Cold, dense air clung to me as if I was in a cave and the air was a bit frigid the place smelt of mineral water and I saw the shine of little rivers occasionally. Staggering aimlessly, I walked on endlessly. Where am I? I thought to myself as I kept walking. The light in this place was dim, it was impossible for me to see. I panicked a bit as I heard a rumble gently bellow out from somewhere and felt a small vibration quake the soles of my feet. Something wasn't right. This place was weird. Yet, the thing that scared me wasn't that I was trapped somewhere unknown, what scared me was that the atmosphere left me thinking... I wasn't alone.
"What a bright girl my love is!" a boy's voice exclaimed.
Suddenly, the back of my arm tingled with a chill. "Hello?" I said, shattering the silence as my voice echoed along the walls I just couldn't find. Who was there? Whoosh. The feeling had spread to my collarbone. My eyes widened and squinted, trying to make out the person who was there with me. I swung my arms around recklessly, trying to block off the person who wasn't there. "Just answer!" I seethed in a frustrated tone. Whoosh. A cold, chilling pleasure crashed on my lips... As if I was being kissed. I tasted the sweetness of strawberries and the coolness of mint. The essence of waterllies filled the air, calming every erratic feeling in me immediately. I felt a wind trickle along my cheek and it felt as if someone were really touching my cheek. As I felt the coolness melt away, I gasped from the 'kiss'. I no longer felt scared just confused. "Who are you?" I asked my voice a little more shrill than I wanted it to be and for some illogical reason, I wasn't surprised when I heard the reply.
"I'm your Mr. Right, Anna. Don't worry" the boy's voice wavered as he suppressed a chuckle "I'm only your Mr. Right..."

I gasped as I shot up in my bed, my eyes blurred a bit. Cold sweat gleamed down my back and I panted a little from the dream. My covers were thrown off to the side, exposing my half naked body to the warm air. "Just a dream" I soothed myself and even as I told myself I thought it was weird. Was it regular to have a dream being repeated on and on and on? I had been having this dream ever since last month, ever since... I tried to redirect my mind to another topic. I told myself I wouldn't think of Eric anymore. It wasn't my fault he died but... the way he died really haunted me. "Stop" I chastised myself sharply before my mind wondered off into warm, painful memories. I would never get over him if I allowed myself to slip up.
I turned to the edge of the bed, swinging my bare legs over the side; I quickly gathered my sheets back on the blanket. My instincts led my hand to my clock that was always on the counter and I checked the time. 1:00a.m. Great. I tried to go back to sleep but I knew it was useless. I just always ended up walking around the house and going to school when the time was ready. I grabbed my pajama pants from the bedpost and slipped the blue silk on gently, savoring the soft feel of silk sliding in harmony against my skin. I stood up and stretched a bit, sighing as I felt my muscles warm-up. After getting through my ivory door I lightly padded over the red bamboo floor, cool and smooth under my feet. I was really good at discretion and manipulating objects to do my wil.Plus, whenever a real life problem occurred I had always managed to squeeze out of it and overcome it. I was good at finding solutions and answers. Something I loved about myself and was known for. Whether if my talent had to stretch from gliding across a creaky floor silently, to crossing a flooded river, I always managed to overcome obstacles. It was my gift, Father had told me. A thing only I had, something no one else could duplicate. My reason for being silent was in fear of my parents knowing about me staying up. Two weeks ago, Dad caught me walking around the garden in our backyard and threatened that if this didn't stop I was going to a psychologist. No thank you was the end of that discussion but I never really told them my real dream, about the cave and the kiss and the boy. I had just told them that I missed Eric and they wanted to help. I loved my parents, I really did but there are just some things a teenage girl wants to keep to herself.
Since it was going to be a long night I brewed myself some French vanilla mocha. I made my special blend and everyone seemed to love whatever I did. If it was art, I could make a piece and a art director would want to buy it for $5,000 dollars (that happened last year), or when I made coffee for one of my mom's friend who happened to know a famous chef, 2 days later, my recipe for the coffee was on the cooking channel with me receiving 50% of the profits made. As my dad said, these were my gifts, and I loved them dearly. I sat down at the small mini bar we had in the kitchen, sipping the rich blend of coffee, savoring each hint of warmth it gave me. I just sat there, daydreaming on what my dream meant. Would it be that I would meet my love soon? Or maybe just have a notification I would get over Eric? I sighed; a bit exasperated no one could answer these questions for me. Suddenly I heard a noise outside, the sound of a trash bin being knocked over. "I thought we got rid of the raccoons!" I groaned. In my opinion, they were crooks in animal form. Just like dirty, cheaty old men who were smaller, hairier, and a LOT more elusive. I grabbed the broom from the supply closet and cocooned myself in my robe. I slipped out of the back door. The gleam of our waste bins were illuminated ny the streetlight. I strolled silently across the garden and righted the knocked over bins. Glancing around accusingy, I looked for the thing that caused this.
"Excuse me" I said in a regal voice, not really meant to chastise at the raccoons as much as it was to amuse myself in doing something ridiculous. I was very bored. "To which raccoon it may concern, I simply do not appreciate you indulging in my waste bin remnants!" I put extra emphasis on the last words. "So to all lazy bum raccoons who think they can mess with my garbage bin, 'BAH!' to you?" I smirked and chuckled to myself. Quite surprised that I really went through with the act.
"Well that wasn't very nice." a boy's voice chided. I gasped and let out a mouthful of ‘ I am Sorry’ out my lips until I noticed how he was looking at me and I found myself studying him as well, His dark hair swirled freely and his dark blue eyes were mesmerizing, he was well built and tall. His mouth played a bad boy smile and he had a tan complexion. He looked me up and down and was saying something like ‘Thank you Lord’ under his breath. I knew I was beautiful, my raven back hair was lush and wavy, and my green eyes were deep. My lips were naturally pink and I have a very good body. A figure that, as my mom put it, ‘men lusted for’. I never believed her until now.
“Well…” he purred slowly. I backed up as he edged toward me but I didn’t lose my ground. “Why are you here?” I asked angrily, my eyes narrowing as he was still looking at my figure and smiling. “I am here to warn you.” his eyes flashed abruptly, the sea in his eyes looked as if it were a raging storm. “About what?” I said in a skeptical voice. He then looked deeper in my eyes and suddenly I was immobile. “Paralyzed?” I thought, and as if he heard my thoughts he whispered intimately “Yes, I have paralyzed you.” he swaggered forward, a look of amusement playing on his face. He closed the distance between us and I caught my breath. His warmth spreading throughout my body felt enchanting. I didn’t like it. I made an inward gasp as he closed in on the nape of my neck. He inhaled deeply. “So pure” he whispered hungrily, “it’s not a wonder why the King is after you…” he kissed my neck and then whispered huskily in my ear “Careful dear, you are in the sights of a very” he paused a moment. “A very passionate young man, and when a man has passion, the fire never melts away!” The wind blew across us and I shut my eyes, yet when I opened them, the man was nowhere to be seen. I held myself tight. What was he talking about? A king, passion, and yadda, yadda, yadda? I shook my head and prayed I would never meet that boy again.

I was a little shaken by the encounter with 'Racoon Man' but otherwise, I'd say it was an interesting night. Except, all that talk about someone after me? Not very heart swooning. I got in the house through the back and entered the kitchen in a daze. I went the counter for my coffee but... It was gone. "Weird." I thought to myself. It was right there. I looked around, a bit of panic ruffling my calm composure. Was Mom or Dad awake? I called out softly "Mom... Dad?" I didn't get a reply. Oh well. I thought begrudgingly. Nothing wrong with making another one. As I swirled the cream and mocha blends my mind wondered. Who was that guy? I knew I was pretty but for him to get that intimate. "Just like a raccoon." I muttered to myself as I heaved the blend and set the time for the coffee machine. "Cheaty, dirty, and the latest is perverted!" I crashed on the rev velvet armchair in living room as I waited for the coffee to set. I wrapped myself coziy in a white blanket and snuggled myself in the downy luxury. I was still off about my French Vanilla coffee mix that apparently had legs, but I soon swooned over to the warmth seeping in my mind. So soft... I trailed off in my mind. Just as my eyes were going to hit the brink of