A Touch of Heaven

Prologue.

I know you have heard of this relevance many times. It all begins with the monsters, lurking in the dark, waiting in the shadows until no one is looking, and then, they strike.

I witnessed one, and to be specific, I found myself in a likewise situation, so you can only imagine why I wish to tell you my story.

The things that we are supposed to hate the most are usually the things that do attract us, that gives the pleasure that our body wants.

Sexual sins and temptation, these are the qualities I never thought I'd get myself addicted to, given my past, included. They told me that the Sanusi twins are evil, that they are the monsters in the shadows.

I never heed. And here I am, with the sexual urge that I want them now and then. Now, they have my reasoning wrapped in their hands, and I seem to have no regrets. I am so engulfed.

My name is Nina Lennon, and I have no idea if I would ever overcome the sexual addiction I have for these twins. Plus, there is a lot of mess about paranormality that I'm about to be sucked into.

Chapter One.

In a coffee shop, somewhere in the small town of Kentucky. Nine Thirty-Seven in the evening.

Nina's POV.

With a halt in my breathing, I continue, "... And as devastating as the situation is, Katherine vowed never to place the wants of others first, before hers. She knows that she may have done the wrong thing, but it wasn't her fault that she was a mate to the Vampire Nicholas, a ruthless one at that, but he was willing to change for her. However, the Hunter Gregor who was in love with her would never be enough as the way Nicholas is."

"She was willing to go further miles with him, in the knot they've found themselves. Humans would cast her as a traitor, but as long as she aims for her happiness, she believes that is all. Nature has blessed her with her one true love, and regardless of the barrier between their species, that night they made love for the hundredth time, and it felt like their first, over and over again." I flip the back cover of the book, closing the last page, and stare at the audience in front of me.

I am seated on a steel footstool, whilst the others sit opposite to me, on wooden chairs.

"So, what do you think?" I question, my anxiety waltzing in at their silence.

"Perfecto." Applauds Mrs Smith before the rest of my audience claps along. Before my realization, a drop of tear falls from my eyes, my vision already blurs at the brim.

"Thank you so much." My voice is little.

"That is astounding. We would love to read more, please." Says a girl from the back, and quickly, I smile back.

"I promise, you would, sometime soon." And that is the kind of promise I could make. As I put the manuscript back into my bag, standing to my feet at the same time, Mrs Smith comes to meet me.

"That was a perfect paranormal you have written, my dear." She acknowledges, and I smile.

She has been my favourite reader from day one, as her support for my books never lacked. She once told me that she wanted to be a writer but never got to bring her words on a book, because of family issues, so she would support me in every way she can. I'm grateful that I have someone like her.

"Mrs Smith..." I am just beginning when I hear a thunderous sound from the outside. "Excuse me, please."

"Sure." My tone is precise and low.

"Ladies and gentlewomen, please," instinctively, I clap my hands to get more of their attentions, "let's get ourselves moving out of the building. It's getting much darker outside, and I think the rain is about to drop." As I finish saying, another woman approaches me and place a soft kiss on my cheeks.

I return her warm smile, as she leaves the building before I go back to meet Mrs Smith.

"You know, I feel so popular right now, like a celebrity," saying to Mrs Smith, I laugh. By the way, her blonde hair is much more wavy today, and her porcelain skin is elegant.

"Oh, you are supposed to. Um, I've made these quick evaluations, and here they are: you're done with college now, graduated with all those degrees or whatever," I chuckle at her funny way of putting it, "so, when do you plan on writing a book two of "The Shackled" for us?"

I place my hands on her shoulders, "Mrs Smith, I'm sorry, but it can't be now, at all. My graduation comes with a lot of perks that I can't even begin to talk about. Part of it is my boyfriend and I have planned on travelling around some part of the States, you know, do some sightseeing, live life until I have to decide for either Masters or probably looking for companies to publish my books." I pause for a second, "plus, today is my last day in this town, so, writing isn't on my list at this moment." I add, and thankfully, she gets the hint and leaves the room, too.

I am alone in the space now. Again, I hear the thunderous sound, lightening up the sky at occasion. It seems it wishes to rain with anger tonight.