around here. It also backed up to the woods.
There was no one up front, but Jim had said that the gathering was in the backyard, so I opened up the back and pulled out one of the trays of steak bites.
I hoisted it up and started around the side of the house where a path led through the trees. Hopefully, I could get someone to help me unload the rest when I got to the backyard.
Night was falling, and I shivered. I hurried my footsteps to try and find the party fast. The path seemed to go on forever. Where was the fucking backyard? Why couldn’t I even hear anyone?
All of a sudden, a scream ripped through the air up ahead. I froze, not sure what I should do.
But the scream had kind of sounded…familiar.
Knowing I was a fool, I dropped the steak bites and raced ahead.
And then it was my scream filling the night.
Because Eve was lying there in the path, half of her neck missing.
She was dead.
The End
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WILD SERIES
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Siren Condemned
The sirens have been captives for so long that we no longer remember our pasts…
Our masters have stolen our song, the source of all our power, and made it punishable by death to use it. Our bodies, our minds, and our talents all belong to them.
The vampires.
I’ve been sent to the darkest of all places, Nightmare Penitentiary for my next assignment. But I’ve promised myself this assignment will be my last… no matter the cost. I’ll do whatever it takes to free my people, even if I end up shattering the hearts of three captivating men who have the power to change my future forever.
One will sacrifice himself for me. One will shatter my soul. And one will kill me to save me.
Welcome to Nightmare Penitentiary. Escape is my only option.
Siren Condemned Copyright © 2020 by C. R. Jane and Mila Young
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One
It was midnight.
My birthday.
And wasn’t it ironic that today was both the beginning and the end of my life?
Or at least, that was what it felt like.
Because you see, today, my powers were going to finally come to me.
And today, the vampires would take it.
I sat on my bed, fiddling with the gossamer threads. Anyone who looked at my life from the outside would think that I'm privileged, spoiled even. But they don't know anything about me.
I stretched out, blowing out a sigh as I waited for my powers to come in. It was past midnight. Had they come in already? Was I supposed to feel something?
I was kind of expecting something cool to happen. Maybe a burst of light, a chorus of angels...something.
So far, none of that had happened.
I opened my mouth and sang a verse of my favorite Halsey song because humans really know their music...but nothing feels different.
And so, I wait.
A lot of the other girls I talked to didn’t really know what it felt like to use their power, and they refused to talk about what it felt like to receive the power at all. They reasoned that because they were going to lose it anyway, what was the point of using it at all? That way, they would never know what they were missing.
But I couldn't do that.
I had to know just for a few seconds if that's all I got, what it felt like to be powerful. To be whole. To be what I was born to be.
The vampires made sure the rest of our lives never felt like that.
My mind inevitably drifted to tomorrow, and what that meant for me.
Tomorrow, I would enter the family business. Mama had been grooming me for it for the last few years. How to dress...how to talk...how to act...how to please a man. How to be a beautiful face and nothing else.
A lifetime of being nothing. That's what eighteen