FGI 1: The Heir of the Beast
Yazar
F. R. Black
Okur
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Fairy Godmother Inc: keeping the forces of good and evil in balance with true love’s first kiss. When Viola finds herself crouched in a dumpster, hiding from her mafia ex boyfriend, she realizes something in her life needs to change. Stat! An impulsive signature on a dotted line lands her in a dangerous game where she has to compete to win the heart of an even more dangerous prince. King Apollo Augustus has the body of a Greek god, but the heart of the devil. Can she fix him? Or will he suck her into his darkness?
Age Rating: 18+
Chapter 1
I always attract jealous men.
Maybe I just exude this pitiful I would love for a man to come in and make all my life decisions energy.
Honestly, I must be putting off these weak-woman signals faster than 5G. I attract them like bears to honey or—more fitting to my current mood—flies to shit.
I don’t do it on purpose. It just seems to be my lot in life. I suppose you could call me unlucky.
Flaw number 685.
What happened this time? you might ask.
You guessed it. I fell hard for a handsome mafia boss’s son. I fell prey to his blue eyes and black hair. Even the thick Italian accent was sexy, entrancing me. The way he said, “Do you want some spaghetti, little one?” I could faint. He loved spaghetti.
Come to find out Mafia bosses’ sons do not take breakups well—not even in the slightest.
That’s exactly how I ended up hiding in an alleyway, crouching behind a trash can.
I told him it was over, but he simply couldn’t accept it. He’s been following me around for hours, trying to get me to talk to him. I have no intention of speaking to him ever again of course, but he can’t seem to wrap his head around that.
“VIOLA!”
My stomach drops as my heart pounds, hard.
“This is not over! I will find you!” he yells ominously, giving me goosebumps.
I press myself harder against the brick wall, holding my breath. His footfalls are close to me, and I say a prayer. If he finds me, I will be saying hi to his little metal friend. Turning my head slightly, I can hear Tony, my loving ex-boyfriend, arguing with his men about where to look next.
I feel something on my foot and glance down.
My hand covers the scream that wants to rise out of my throat.
A large, nasty rat is sniffing my boots.
That’s the last straw. I’m leaving tonight and never looking back. I know Tony will think I will eventually come crawling back to him. Never.
After waiting till the coast is clear, I head home. The French Quarter dashes by in a blur. I barely notice the hordes of drunk people stumbling around me.
Leaving New Orleans was always part of the plan, but not this soon.
Where will I go next?
I open the rickety door of my apartment, grabbing my suitcase. I carelessly toss random items in, but leave most of my stuff behind. Most of it is garbage anyway. It’s hard to pack when you don’t know where you’re going.
All I know is that I need a fresh start. Somewhere far far away, where no one knows me.
Finally, I settle on buying myself a Greyhound bus ticket first thing tomorrow morning. It doesn’t matter which bus, just the first one leaving. I’d figure it out from there.
I wipe the beads of sweat from my brow and take a labored breath of humid, suffocating air.
The loud whine of my air conditioner seems to morph into high-pitched laughter, revealing its true self—one of the bad guys the whole time! I was deceived. It never meant to cool off the room.
New Orleans has always been two steps from hell in the month of July. And it doesn’t help that I live on the top floor of an old Victorian house either.
It’s almost like the old, haunted wood has a deal with the devil—to claim the souls who inhabit this furnace.
I will be glad to never have to see this place again, I think to myself as I look around at the bare walls. I never bothered to make it a home. What would have been the point?
I sift through my almost empty fridge. There’s only a block of molding cheese, a half-eaten apple, and a can of Diet Coke. I crack the can open and it foams over, spilling everywhere. Rushing to the sink to wipe myself down, I notice something odd on the kitchen counter. Looking quite out of place in my dingy apartment, is a sparkly golden letter. It makes a twinkling sound when I pick it up.
Apprehensively, I open the envelope.
Dear Viola Del Vonsula,
You have been chosen to take part in the 200th anniversary of Fairy Godmother Inc.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a Fairytale Challenge of adventure and danger, where the ultimate prize is true love. This is an offer that will change your life forever.
I know much about you—more than you might even know about yourself.
I see you now, reading this letter, with a frown on your pretty little face.
I know your life has been without family, that you were orphaned as a child and had to grow up too fast.
You were once a dreamer. You saw the beauty in everything and everyone.
Now you hide away in fear.
But I am giving you a chance to find a happily-ever-after.
Love is the secret to life, and it could be yours.
Take a moment to imagine falling in love with a handsome, dashing prince.
I know your first thought will be to throw this letter away, but please don’t, for heaven’s sake! This is your only chance at happiness—trust me, I’ve checked.
I am the all-knowing.
Fate is my specialty.
Destiny is my hobby.
The choice is yours.
This offer is valid until midnight tonight when the clock strikes twelve, and then this fantasy will be nothing more than a rotting pumpkin.
Should you accept, please sign, and you will receive further details.
Everything about the Fairytale Challenge relies solely on fate.
All aspects will be unpredictable, potentially dangerous, and possibly result in your demise.
Godspeed,
Fairy Godmother, President & CEO, Fairy Godmother Inc.
“Where dreams come true.”
Let’s list the facts and look at this logically:
*This letter is glowing. Seems impossible.
*This letter is glowing and sparkling from an unknown source. Seems supernatural.
*“The Fairy Godmother” knows things she most definitely should not know about my life. Very unsettling.
*I hear clear twinkling sounds of sparkles.
I look up at the clock.
11:57 p.m.
Talk about impulsive decisions…
I toy with the pen that came in the envelope.
11:58 p.m.
I think about this.
If this is a hidden camera show or a scientific study to test dumb and gullible women, then I will be a proud statistic. Maybe they’re offering to counsel us? I might benefit from that.
This could be a study approved by Dr. Phil! I mean, I always wanted to get counseling. Kind of a hidden desire, actually.
I secretly want the doctors to look at me and tell me if I really am psychotic or if I have been mistreated my whole life and it’s not my fault, and then we would cry together. I could break down the emotional walls.
I know I have to get out of New Orleans—could this be my answer?
Am I doing this then?
I pause for a second, considering my options. Greyhound buses do give me motion sickness.
I suck in a sharp breath.
Well, Fairy Godmother, you can count on me. I glance back at the glowing letter and can’t wipe the silly smile off my face.
I have bought a ticket to Crazy Town.
Or a nice bed at a rehab center.
The hands of the clock tick slowly. I have thirty seconds left.
Just as the clock strikes midnight, I scribble my signature on the dotted line.
For a moment, everything is still.
Maybe I missed it?
Right then, the front door breaks open, shards of wood fly everywhere, and I have to duck behind the kitchen counter to avoid being impaled. That would be a slow way to die, and a slow death is not something I’m interested in. Like a vacuum, the force sucks everything out of my apartment. I try grabbing onto the door frame, but my legs are being pulled up. I grit my teeth, grunting as I see my bed frame barreling towards my head. I let go at the last second, giving in to the force sucking me up towards the night sky. My arms thrash violently as I try to find my bearings.
Before I know it, I am swirling ten feet above the ground, then twenty, thirty… All of New Orleans is sprawled out in front of me, slowly getting smaller and smaller.
Farewell, world.
I look up and my eyes widen. I never thought I’d go out like this. Right above me is a spaceship and I am being drawn right into it.
