The Kingdom of Skies - Mary Claire Garcia (i am reading a book .txt) 📗

small and soft. I hugged her back.
“I missed you,” she said.
She rubbed her head to mine like a cat. Tiffa was the only cat I liked. She bit my neck. It was a turn-on for her and also for me. Then she licked it.
“Tiffa…,” I warned.
I pulled her from my neck and looked at her. She smiled at me innocently. I smiled and hugged her again. Then carried her to my bed and fell atop her. She giggled and held my face. She caressed my cheeks.
“Meow, I want you,” she said.
She had the glazed look on her pretty face again. She always had that look when she wanted to cuddle up and do more.
“You’re not going back?” I asked.
“I don’t even know how,” she answered.
“Oh. That’s alright. You can sleep here,” I said.
She entwined her legs with mine then I felt her fingers touched the skin of my back. My impatient girl.
“That was kind of my plan,” she said playfully.
Then she pulled my head and I kissed her or maybe she kissed me. Whatever. She pushed my mouth open with her tongue. I had learned that Tiffa was a natural French kisser the first time we accidentally kissed. I opened my mouth and tried to do the same. Our tongues touched and I devoured her mouth. She moaned. I pulled back. My sweet Tiffa. I traced her lips. She pulled my finger into her mouth and sucked. She let her tongue glide my finger and sucked again. Oh hell. I felt her wet mouth in my finger. I groaned.
“Stop it,” I managed to say.
I pulled my finger out of her mouth and she pouted. I smiled and kissed her again. Bad girl. She should know there were consequences for pushing a boy’s self-restraint. My hands travelled down her body. I heard her gasp. I held a finger to her lips.
“Shush,” I told her.
She giggled softly and kissed the tip of my nose.
“We won’t do it tonight though,” she whispered seriously.
I looked at her. I really wanted to do it with her already. It was going to be a painful night for me.
“I’m going to the…bath room,” I told her.
She laughed softly and smiled at me apologetically. She knew. Of course she knew. She grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth. We French kissed again. She pulled back.
“Sorry, Lou. But not yet,” she whispered.
“Can’t we play?” I asked.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted.
“We won’t do it. Not yet like you said. But…,” I trailed off.
She hugged me tightly and rubbed her head against mine. I took that as a yes. I wanted to make her forget just for the night. Just to feel and even forget how the hell she materialized in my room in the form of a cat.
 
The Kingdom of Skies: The First Queen

Fog enveloped the ship sailing on the cold, murky seas. A woman was standing alone on the deck. Her skin was pale and death-like. Her lips were red also the irises of her eyes were. Her long curly black hair made her look more beautiful than she already was.
“You shouldn’t be so full of yourself,” a voice whispered.
She whirled around angrily. It was the last queen, Queen Astrea. Even though she was no more but a spirit, power emitted from her very presence. She had long silky gold locks. She was wearing a white gown with white feathers and pearls sewn to it. Her large white wings were frightening to behold.
“Astrea, you do know that the seal on me would not work this time. You’ve consumed all of the seal’s power when you used it,” the Dark Queen said.
“The new queen is different,” Queen Astrea whispered in warning.
“How is she different from all of you?” the Dark Queen laughed.
Astrea looked towards the sea as though reminiscing a distant past. She had immersed herself in white magick and that was her grave mistake. She had forgotten that white magick will never kill. Then she turned her head again to the Dark Queen.
“She controls darkness. She will steal the darkness from you. The darkness will let itself be enslaved by her,” Queen Astrea said.
“The darkness is mine,” the Dark Queen hissed.
“No, the darkness had consumed you. They control you. But the new queen will control them. They will be their new queen,” Queen Astrea said in a smile as pure as an angel.
Then she disappeared in a form of a shimmering blue mist. The Dark Queen screamed in rage. She never wanted to be queen. They had even murdered her family. She looked up the dark skies. She will have her vengeance and they would not take away even the darkness from her. It was the only thing she had left. Then her memory suddenly cleared. Her heart suddenly ached.
“Merlin,” she whispered.
The Dark Queen bit her lips. She was not going to be weak. The seal would not work on her anymore. They had consumed its last ounce of power from trying to save their Queen Astrea from her darkness during their last battle. But they were only able to save her spirit. The Dark Queen closed her eyes. She would not kill Merlin. She was just going to destroy the Kingdom and she would do it even if it meant the two of them would be the only ones left.
 

By Tiffania Heart: Queen

I woke up with a start. Then it all came flooding back to me. I felt myself blush. It was morning already yet no one was waking me up. I opened the door and looked for them. It was Sunday. They must have gone to the marketplace. Then I looked at the mirror. I had a bite mark. I had a freaking bite mark on my neck. It was subtle but if you knew what you were looking for you would immediately see it. Omigod. It happened when I had taunted him that he never bit me. Was last night real? It wasn’t a crazy delicious dream formed by my mind? I frantically searched for my cell phone. Upon finding it, my fingers flew on the keypad.
Me: Lou!
My cell phone vibrated at once. Did he sleep holding it? I felt myself blush again. No, he was holding me.
Lou: I have something to ask
I bit my lip. I truly wished I was not the only one who had memories of last night.
Me: I was in your room
Lou: You were a cat
Me: We kissed
Lou: You were on my bed
I breathed a sigh of relief. We texted more of the events last night. But there was something we still could not understand. The mystery of how I transformed into a cat and materialize in his room remains. I shivered. What happened? I looked at the mirror. But it wasn’t only that. Merlin. There was still that thing with him. Was he real? I breathed. I could smell the woods on me. I stood up. A bath was what I needed.
“Hullo, child. Where are you? There’s a letter here for you,” someone called from the gates.
I peered at the window. It was the nice old lady living near our house. She was usually nosy with everything and usually takes morning walks around this time. I rushed outside.
“Thanks,” I smiled.
She looked at me for a long while. I blinked.
“White cat...New queen…War in the skies once again…,” she whispered with a voice I almost did not hear.
Her eyes widened as she stared at mine. She shook her head and walked away hastily. She had always seemed strange to me but her reaction towards me frightened me. I ran inside the house. The envelope contained only a red stamp that looked like a royal seal. I touched it and admired the work. My name was not in the envelope anywhere. How did she know it was for me? Was I getting paranoid? I smiled weakly. She must have guessed, I pathetically thought to myself. I tore open the envelope. An elegant-looking paper fell out.
Dear Tiffania Hart,
Your powers have manifested it to you last night. We have also ascertained that you have already chosen your king. We will pick you up at midnight, our queen.
The Kingdom of Skies
I stared at the letter. I had the strange feeling that the letter came from Merlin. Wait. Wasn’t Merlin a name of a wizard from fantasy books? I sighed and looked up at the skies. What the hell was going on?
 

By Lou Dellfy: King

Someone knocked on my door. I glanced up. I was going to plug my earphones to my cell phone.
“There’s a letter for you,” my sister said from the other side of the door.
I opened the door and found Joanne holding out an envelope for me.
“Where from?” I asked.
She shrugged and left.
I ripped open the envelope. Was it from Tiffa? No, I never gave my address to Tiffa no matter how much she asked for it.
Dear Lou Dellfy,
We have ascertained that you have been chosen to be our king last night. If you agree to be Lady Tiffania Hart’s queen, you will come with us. We shall pick you up at midnight.