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Greed To Love

Hell's Kingdom 

Book 3

Apologies

 Hi all,

I know, I'm a sorry blogger. I do have a reason for disappearing in the middle of the story. I had a family emergency come up that required most of my time. I had to sit aside anything to do with writing for several months. When I came back, I was only able to do so in spurts, it was a hit-and-miss kind of return. And it all ended with my entire life shifting and spinning into something I never expected.

I'd like to say I'm back to posting each week, but I'm unsure if I'll be able to yet or not, but I wanted to try and see how it goes. And give you all an explanation. If I am unable to continue to post weekly then it is because I have resumed my education and have to take help my parents. Both of those may equal a fuller plate than I am expecting, so I may not have the time to fit in my blog. We will see. But in the mean time, I'll do what I can each week. And I do hope to get one more book released before my courses start in July.

So, keep your eyes out for the cover reveal and release date.

Thanks for your understanding and patients.

Julia

Lightning Strikes Part 2

His dad uncurled the paper and held it up in the air, smiling at the paper. “Come stand beside me, Jeffery. Hurry, we don’t need to stay here long.”

He moved so he stood beside his dad, who lowered the paper down to waist height. “You need to study this and remember what it says. It is important to your history and your life. It will save it or . . .” Dad’s hand shook, causing the paper to waver. “This is what we’ve always taught you about your entire life.”

Jeffery rested his hand over the side of his Dad’s and took the paper from him. He stared down at the foolscap wondering where the fancy writing was. He’d been told day after day for ten years by his father and grandfather that their family history was written on some ancient sheet of an unusual-sized piece of paper. He never believed a word of their stories, it all seemed make-believe to him because they held no proof of such paper. Oh, he’d heard of the paper and saw them in books, but why would some Magical Beings family history be written on a foolscap? Dad swore to him only the Old Ones wrote on an 8 X 13 size paper with quill and ink. Okay, that part actually made sense. How else would someone back from George Washington’s time write? He guessed he was lucky and it wasn’t on a clay tablet in picture form. Still, there was nothing on the paper, so what was he supposed to be looking at? From what he’d been taught and what his dad just told him he was supposed to learn his family history and where he came from since the Orgs took out his entire family before his entire fifteenth. Birthday. 

“Can I help you with something, young man?”

Jeffery spun to find a crumbled-in-, on himself, long, whited-haired man leaning against a wooden walking stick that stuck a good foot above his head. A voice he’d not heard in over six years came to mind.

“Elder of Summar, you must kneel, boy. Now!”

Why had his dead father’s voice sprung to life inside his mind? He’d not heard it since the day before the Orgs attacked. It put an intense, deep ache in his bones, but he did as it said, yet he tucked the foolscap behind his back. Whatever his Dad had stolen, Jeffery was sure he wasn’t supposed to have it if his birth father, King Effery of the Effery Cove told him an Elder of the Elemental Gods stood in front of him.

Jeffery clenched the ancient sheet of paper, praying the Elemental God failed to notice how his hands were stashed behind his back. Luck was not on his side. The Elemental God pointed at him and crooked his long, hair-covered dart-tipped-like finger at him.

“Stand and extract the Futurity Teller the Stealer of Life’s Future has taken from its protective case.”

Jeffery took a huge breath and told himself to puzzle through what he’d been told to do by the old fool. Not that he’d even call an Elemental God an old fool to his face. The only paper he. Could extract was the one behind his. Back, which meant it had to be the Futurity Teller. The name itself led Jeffery to believe it had to tell the future of something, but what? And since his father took it from the case, he had to be what the old wisen man referred to as the Stealer of Life’s Future.

What was a Stealer of Life’s Future? Dad would steal nothing. He’d rather cut his hand off than do so. He wore my rear-end out when I stole a candy bar.  What was going on?

Free Write Story - Lighting Strikes

Lighting Strikes

Part 1

Jeffery crept through the hallway, holding his breath. The least bit of sound or air would set off the magical detectors placed around the Historical Sector of the All-American Supernatural Museum. His dad’s mission didn’t seem all that unheard of when they left the house, but the closer. The two of them got the worse the idea seemed. His dad had been in a hell of a lot of trouble lately and never explained what he’d been up to. Jeffery never pressed him for a reason either, nor did he ask for an explanation for this little excursion of theirs. He feared what his father might say. The guy was getting older and forgetful, as hard as that was for them both to admit.

His dad pointed ahead of them, grinning like a loon.

Jeffery’s stomach clinched soon as he took in the large glass case enclosed by felt red ropes like they use in theaters and casinos, as well as, well museums to rope off the secured areas. No way the two of them would get past them without setting off any kind of alarm. And the only thing his father made prevalent before they left is they’d be returning with an item of great value. Guess that should have clued him in on how tight security would be. Stupid him.

He grabbed his father’s shoulder, halting him before he reached out and grabbed the rope. He lifted both eyebrows at him.

He got a shake of the head back in return and his father shook his hold off only to snatch the rope and unhook it from its clip.

Jeffery held his breath, but no blaring filled the room. No flashing lights cut through the air. He all but released a huge breath, but halted before he did. Such an act would have indeed set off an alarm of some kind. Father gave him that warning.

Father snatched his arm and dragged him closer to the glass case, tapping the edges of it. He mimed lifting the lid and setting it aside. Jeffery nodded at his dad and then helped him remove the lid. His dad snatched the item and rolled it up tucking it under his shirt then rushed back the way they came.

They were back outside the museum before Jeffery blinked. His dad walked them over to a well-lit area and extracted the stolen piece of paper.

“What is it, dad?”

Disgraced Magical Being

DISGRACED MAGICAL BEING

 

BY

JULIA MATTHEWS

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A fire ended his dream life years before it should have. 

Jay Walker wasn’t dead, neither was the love of his life, thanks to his Magical Powers. To save the one that mattered most to him, Jay did the one thing that would get him sent back to the place from which he never wanted to return: The Magical World.

There’d be no returning to the family who disowned him or the coven he’d been raised to take over at the age of twenty-five.

There’d be a new coven. One who’d shun him. Overlook him or beat him because of his choices. 

Jay resigned himself to a life of being invisible, hopefully one where his father who disowned him never learned of his now wretched existence. There was no way for love to bloom in such hostile surroundings. So he never expected what happened when Elder Robert placed him inside the walls of the Clive Coven.

Moloch's Prophecy Chapter 2

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Moloch’s Prophecy

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Chapter 2

“What? How?”

Ranko stood there shaking his head. Uncle Lal reached out behind him, bracing himself against the wall. Grandma Sto grinned and gave graby hands towards me. Two drastic different reactions from three different people.

“Someone speak.”

“It’s finally happened.” Grandma Sto bounced so high she looked like she jumped up and down.

“It had not. Not to my brother.”

“Lana would roll over in her grave.”

“WHY!”

Ranko’s eyes went wide and stood up taller, glaring towards Grandma Stop then over at Uncle Lal. “This has to be a mistake. He can try again, right?”

“Never heard of a second reading taking place, but I don’t see what it would hurt to do so.” Uncle Lal came over to me, gripping my shoulders and placing me back in front of the Decision Mirror. “Take another gander, boy.”

“Not before you tell me why and why I got a skull instead of one of the other three images.”

“Nacal, just bare with us. Trust me, you do not want that symbol. Trust me.”

“It could be the best thing for him.” Grandma Stop rubbed her hands together. “And his mother would agree with me, but let him try again. There has been cases that Incubbus has take multiple stances in front of the Decision Mirror, but their results never changed. Once you receive your decision it remains the same, but by all means let him see his future again.”

“And what is my future going to be?”

“Give it another go, Nacal, for me. For mom. I’m sure Grandma Sto means well, but I’m more than sure mom and dad would never wish this fate upon you.”

“You will explain after I do this?”

“We will.” Uncle Lal patted my shoulder and stepped back.

I glanced by into the mirror, getting the same grayish, ghostly like Skelton I had received the first time. Grandma released a high-pitched squeal while Uncle Lal and Rank both groaned. I stared into the mirror for a second or two then traced the outline of the skull with the tip of my finger.

An electric charge formed between my skin and the smooth glass, warming the tip of finger as a creepy, crawly ripple up my arm and over to my chest. Felt as if my heart paused for a second or two and then expanded, filling with a sharp jolt that deflated it so fast that air gushed from my lungs, leaving me feeling as if something major to my life had evacuated my body.

My knees buckled and I fell backwards, sliding down the side of the bed. Ranko rushed to my side, kneeling beside me.

“Are you okay?”

“Tell me what that means.” Couldn’t answer his question until I knew what that damn skull meant. It might explain what had just happened to me.

“Let’s go to the living room and sit.”

Uncle Lal left first and headed right for the locked bookcase, opening it with his family key, extracting a huge old leather book. One mom showed me on my fifteenth birthday. Told me it held all the Incubbus history, but I was not to touch it until I completed my Jouney Announcement. I’d not been worried about reading it. Been through all the history coursed required at Incubbus Private High and at Aldine Incubbu College. Ranko had set aside all mom and dad’s life insurance and the settlement money from the Incubi Headquarters explosion he’d had enough to pay for the private education and my college. Never been so grateful.

“Here, Ranko, you should show him.” Uncle Lal handed Ranko the book as he sat down on our royal blue love seat.

I took the spot beside him and waited for Grandma Sto to take her seat in the small recliner across from us, while Uncle Lal took the small antique chair mom had bought at some auction a year before she died. It stood out in our living room of velvet cushioned furniture and glass coffee table with wood framed bookcases. The antique chair held brass and gold arms plates with deep, rich brown frame with thin layer of felt like cushion. Uncoformtable. Uncle Lal was the only one who sat in it.

“It’s two-thirds way through the book.” Grandma Sto jabbed her finger at the book. “Give it here and I’ll find it.”

“I’ve got it.” Ranko flipped the book open, flipping through page after page until he came to one about where Grandma Sto mentioned. He ran his finger down the yellowish, faded out writing page, tapping it. “Here it is.” He passed the book over to me. “Read this section.”

Moloch Prophecy

Grayish White Mist covered Skull represent the chosen bride of the son of Moloch.

Chosen bride of son of Moloch? This couldn’t be the case. The Journey Announcement should have told me rather I’d be a Time, Spirit or Elements. Not make me someone bride.

“I can’t be a bide. I’m not a woman.”

“In your case it would be a ManBride.” A deep rough, booming voice said from inside the fireplace.

Moloch's Prophecy Chapter 1

 Hi all,

Today we start a new blog story. It's a demon m/m based romance. Hope you enjoy it and remember this is a complete free write, so pay any errors you spot no attention, I've done no edits on this. Once these blog stories are done, I set them aside and then come back to them and hone them into a completed book and release them.

For now, enjoy my creativity and let your imagination soar while you read.

Julia

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Moloch’s Prophecy

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Chapter 1

The tilting antique full length mirror loomed over me, even thought it failed to catch my entire image. All that came in view was my chest to my shins. My hands itched to move, but I knew better. The rules were clear. They’d been etched into my mind upon my birth, like all Incubus. 

Upon your twenty-first, stand in front of a full length Decision Mirror to determine the next phase in your life. Never touch the mirror or your life journey will be revoked. Never wish upon the mirror or your path will be detoured. Never use another family’s mirror or risk turning into stone. 

Most dreamed of the day they stood in front of the Decision Mirror. I had until I was thirteen and my eldest brother, Ranko, played a mean trick on me. He was born on Halloween and thought it would be harlious to tell me that the a huge, red and yellow spotted snake came out of the Decision Mirror, speaking in our race’s language then struck before returning to his home inside the mirror. He’d gone as far as to fake two small snake-like teeth marks on his shoulder blade. He chose snake, because they became my biggest fear after getting caught in a snake pit when I was five.

“Well, what has it said?” Ranko asked from the hallway. “What is taking you so long, pipsquik?”

Ranko rushing felt wrong. Knew he only done it because he felt like he had to. Most of the time he ignored me. Left me to my own devices, which is the way I liked it. Felt sorry for him, sort of, but was glad he stepped up and took me in when Mom and Dad were killed the fire that consumed the Incubi Headquarters when it was bombed by the Succubus 4Life group. Stupid ass group believed that just because history showed Incubus going after females that they could not be attracted to men. Wasn’t the case and my mom and dad, liked over two-thirds of our government, supported that choice and implemented the decree that Incubus had the right to chose their own partners, whatever gender or number of partners that might be.

“Nacal, I know it’s difficult, but it’s tradition and they would want us to follow through with it. Grandma Sto is waiting with Uncle Lal, the entire place has been prepared for your announcement. Come on, get with it.”

Course they were. I’d told them I didn’t want no big show made of this day. Mom always made a grand show for our Journey Announcement Day, but it was done in front of the entire family. I’d managed to convince Ranko to allow me to do so in private.

Did so because I really didn’t want everyone to see my fear of standing in front of the Decision Mirror. Entire body shook as I told myself to squat, placing my face in front of the mirror, getting the future of my life, but my young knees refused to bend.

The door flew open and Grandma Stood and Uncle Lal barged in with Ranko storming in behind them screaming at them to get out.

“What are you doing?” I spun, hoping I gave them all the best imitation of mom’s glare that put the fear of death in us kids. Must not have because Grandma Sto placed her hands on her hips and pointed at the mirror.

“You will not disrespect your mother’s tradition by doing this alone. Now get your scrawny, square Sto face in front of that mirror.”

Think her stern voice might put mom’s death glare a step down from the top rank of put a child in his or her place. Sure did me. Had me taking in a deep breath and facing the Decision Mirror again.

I steeled my nerves and forced my knees to bend as I said the magical words that evoked the Decision Mirror.

“Mirror of Mirror of the Sto family line, enlighten me. Am I Spirit? Am I a Time? Am I Elements?”

All that came into view was the face that stared at me each morning and night. Blond hair that touched the base of my neck and bangs feathered to the right. The eyes staring back at me was my father’s, which caused an ache deep inside me each time I looked, which was why I limited my time in front of a mirror. Another reason I dreaded Journey Announcement Day. My father wasn’t like my Mom, Dad and four older brothers. Nope. He was an enigma to me. Mom refused to tell me who he was, or where he lived, or how I came to be when she was still with the father of my four brothers. My Dad wouldn’t discuss it either and none of my four brothers knew, or if they did they refused to speak to me about it. I’m sure Ranko knew. He had been thirteen when I was born, old enough to take note of what was going on around him and his parents, but his lips remained sealed.

“It’s happening.” Grandma Sto’s excitement drew me from my thoughts and had me glancing up. Black and white smoke formed swirled, fast until it began to take shape, but it wasn’t one of the three paths. In fact, what came into view had me tilting my head sidewards and leaning towards the mirror. I tried to look behind the grayish-white, cloudy looking skull, but everything behind it was pitch blackness. No sign of the Spirit, Time or Element Symbol. All the mirror showed was the skull.

“No! No! No! Not my brother.”

What? He knew what the skull meant? I spun to face him, but Uncle Lal’s pale face and Grandma Sto’s huge, gum showing smile had me pausing. Her comment drove more fear through my already consumed body.

“He has been chosen by the Underworld.”

Mid-Week Photo Opening Line

Hope all week is going well. Mine has been busy writing away on my NaNo Project. I've won NaNo last week, but I'm far from finishing my novel and my personal goal is to do so before the end of the month. I'm well on track to do so.

Writing these opening lines are a nice little break for me. When I saw today's photo my mind went wild. so many that I think I might give you two different opening lines.

Opening Line #1: I knelt in front of the massive root grass covered root system, wondering where the entrance was buried at when two gray eyes and a set of dull, red lips appeared between the parted root. The delicate woman's face mesmerized me into silence when my mind screamed, "What the fuck!".

Opening Line #2: It was true. It was impossible. How could there be a a bright gassy green mist, holding a delicate woman's face. Her bright gray eyes drew you to her without fear that should live deep inside you. The braid like intricate rope above them the gas formed held a third eye shape in the center of what should be her forehead. Those perfectly shaped lips beckoned for you to kiss her, but I knew better. They rumor was that if one did she owned your soul.

Credit Photo To: 
Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/kellepics-4893063/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2824500">Stefan Keller</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2824500">Pixabay</a>

 

Once again, both opening line seemed to get away from me a bit, but I enjoyed writing both, which means my imagination really got away from me. Which is what I set out for each time I sit down to write.

I'd love to hear what you thought of. Write it in the comment section below.

Let your imagination soar.

Julia

Monday's Photo Opening Lin

Hi,

Hope your week is starting off on the right foot, if not, then maybe this photo opening line will help. And if not just think about you have a short work week, (or school week if you're in college) and get to spend time with family and friends on Thursday.

Here's the photo for the week and here's what came to my mind when I saw it.

Photo opening line: She'd waited twenty-one years to be invited to the Magical-Shifter Academy and of course it came when she was dressed to the nill. What a wrong impression they'd get. Right the opposite of me. The dress I wore wasn't even mine. I couldn't even afford to rent it, I borrowed it from my best friend. Shit, how will I get it back to her?

Photo Credit to: Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/shrikeshmaster-4115921/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2449970">Shrikesh Kumar</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2449970">Pixabay</a>

Okay, little more than an opening line, but it got away from me. Think it would make for a great story.

Let me hear what you would have written.

Let you imagination soar when you read and write.

Julia

Mid-Week Photo Opening Line

 Hi,

Hope all week is going well. Mine is moving along just fine. Great writing going on and the book is moving along just like I hoped it would. 

Hope you like today's chosen photo. I'd love to hear what you would do as an opening line. Put your comment in the comment section below for me.

Photo Credit to: 

Photo Opening Line: Took me twenty long years of searching the darken corners of the world, but I'd caught the last freed spirit and trapped him behind the gates of hell. Tricked him into it more like it, which is why he stood there slamming his fist against the barrier that kept him from crossing back onto Earth.

Have a great rest of your week and remember

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

Monday Photo Opening Line

 Hi,

Sorry forgot to post last week. I got so involved in writing last Sunday, I forgot to. I wrote 7,000+ words in one day on my NaNoWrMo project (Book 3 of the Hell's Kingdom Series). Almost forgot this week, but I caught myself and shifted focus before I got much further into my writing for the day.

Hope you like the photos I chose for today's opening line.

Credit Photo To:  

Opening Line: "The Zombie Mark is spreading. You have ten minutes to comply or your honey-bun will be mine for the rest of her life."

Hope you have a great start to your week.

Let your imagination soar

Julia

Monday's Photo Opening Line

 Hi, here to start you week off with a beautiful picture and an opening line. Hope your week goes great and you get a sense of peace from this amazing picture.

Picture is credited to: Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/0fjd125gk87-51581/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=749625">0fjd125gk87</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=749625">Pixabay</a>

Opening Line:

Her beauty is deceiving, but it can not stop my love for her growing.

Would love to hear what you think for an opening line. Drop me a line.

Let your imagination soar.

Julia

Cover and Release Date For Marked Ones Franklin and Christopher

 Marked Ones Franklin and Christopher

by

Julia Matthews

Releases: Dec. 8, 2020

The Bombardians had came out to the world, but it had not been as accepted as the Royal Leaders expected. Franklin and his four cousins had been putting out fires since the day the news broke. The biggest hate group was the Death To All Bombardians. Little did Franklin know that they’d located one of his homes. The day they invaded his house was the best and most confusing day of his life.

 

Christopher had been forced to live with his Uncle after his mother was killed. The man was right the opposite of his mother. Abusive and a major bigot. His Uncle hated everyone who did not conform to his way of thinking. Biggest hatred was aimed at the Bombardians, or as he referred to them, aliens. Christopher wasn’t sure where he stood, but he knew he needed leverage against his Uncle. Soon the man was going to step over the line and be put on the Most Wanted list. His chance came, but what would it cost him.

 

Apologies and Update

 Hi,

Wanted to send my apologizes for not having putting up any chapters last week or this coming week. I've sick and so is my entire family. It's been a challenging time for me. I hope to be back to having time to write the week after. If that changes I will make another announcement.

In the meantime, I hope you are finding stories that are allowing your imagination to soar. 

Have a great day and remember to stay safe and wear those mask to protect yourself and others. Wash those hands often and stay six feet apart. 

Pre-Orde and Release Date for Marked Ones Theodor and Aidan

MARKED ONES

RELEASED DATE: May 5, 2020

AMAZON PRE-ORDER LINK

Theodor is a Royal Leader of the Bombardians and they are just about to come out to the humans without the government backing. Out of the blue, his cousins house is invaded by the Blood Drinkers. A race that turns out he only knew about. He takes off to unravel why the Blood Drinker broke a promise made to him and his Uncle some eighty years ago. While dealing with that he finds his Keeper, the calmer of his beast side. Problem is, he's never heard of a Blood Drinker paired with his kind.

Marked Ones Anthony and Larry

MARKED ONES

ANTHONY AND LARRY

BY JULIA MATTHEWS

AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YX58QTL

Larry’s father ran his life since before he was born. He’d never had a typical life thanks to his father’s political life. All Larry knew was that he was to ensure his father’s life never became tainted by his actions. One mistake would keep his father from retaining the highest position among the U.S. Being the son of the President of the Untied States sucked. After watching three Secret Service men die and being taken, blindfolded, and held captive his mindset changed. He knew he had to do something to keep himself from falling into a deep PTSD filled life. What he got was more than Larry dreamed possible.

Anthony never wanted to be a Royal Leader, even though he was born with Bombardian royal blood. Him being in deep love with a man he would have to give up when, and if, he found his Keeper, the man that calmed his beast side, or his Protector, the woman that calmed his beast side. Or most likely would. That wasn’t the case though, because he had neither and hoped to never find one of them. Anthony was on the verge of bringing the love of his life to live with him as he adjusted to the seat of power he’d been born for. Or so he thought.

Lies Don't Matter Chapter 14 part 3

Lies Don’t Matter

By

Julia Matthews

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Damn it. If Hop brought that up then Godfather would not answer even if he wanted to. I’d promised to let him makes some calls. Okay. In times of confusion take in everything. Especially, ones posture. Godfather shoulders were slack. Face a bit red, meaning he was nearing his explosion point. Feet kept shifting, not much, but enough to alert me to discomfort. Once in a while, his eyes shifted towards Hop. But . . . what got me most was the hint of pleading shining in his dark brown eyes.

“Shit.”

I locked eyes with Hop, letting the last years play over and over. Whenever the family gathered Godfather had directed glazes at Hop whenever someone asked him something. I’d paid little attention to it, but it was as if Godfather answered to Hop. Hop never addressed Godfather like the others. Other family members called Hop, Sir, just like they did Godfather. I’d played it off as Hop being his nephew. In the limo . . . Godfather had apologized to Hop. So damn clear.

“You are in charge, aren’t you?”

Hop scooted closer and took hold of my hand, not answering, out loud, but he blinked his eyes. The code we’d used when dad had been chaperoning our dates. Dad was cool about me dating Hop, but for the first three months he kept a close tab on us. We’d decided that if we asked a question and the answer needed to wait we’d blink one eye. If the answer was a yes or no, then one full blink meant no, and two meant yes.

“Is she telling the me the truth?” I doubted Hop would answer in any method, was right, because he tugged me close and pressed his forehead to mine.

“My niece speaks the truth. She wouldn’t lie to you. Our family doesn’t believe in lying to family. Just like the dragons can’t tell a lie to their other halves.”

Agent Carter’s words flowed by me, but clung to me as well. Brought up more questions, but ones Hop and Godfather would not answer at that time.

“She believes me.” Raquel pushed off the wall. “I would like to tell you the rest of your heritage, but I can’t do so while the dragons are present.”

“Out of luck then.” Didn’t matter what had been kept from me. Godfather was family. He loved me. Taken care of me. Ensured I had a great life. Ensured I had my Gender Transfer surgery soon as I turned eighteen. He loved me. Hop . . . there was no way the man did anything other than love the hell out of me. I knew that. Whether Raquel told the truth or not did not matter. Whether it’d been kept from me, did not matter or not.

“Why? You know they are not telling you the truth. Why not listen to the story then decide for yourself what you believe.”

“You might not think they answered me, but they have.” Raquel could take that however she wanted. I didn’t care.

“Then you have no reason not to listen to what I can’t say in front of them.”

Raquel was right, but what she had to say was no concern of mine. I didn’t want ot hear her. Whatever she had to say wouldn’t change the hardcore fact that her arrival had costed dad and mom their lives. Agent Carter had known about her for at least five years and only reported her presence four days ago.

“There’s plenty of reasons. You have no right to ask what they are. I’m nineteen and you have no control over me. If you wish to avoid jail time for you and Agent Carter then I suggest you leave me alone.” I motioned for Mr. Davis, who had been standing behind Raquel and Agent Carter. “Please let them know why.”

Mr. Davis pointed to the video camera in the corner. Raquel gasped and Agent Carter went white.

“As you can see . . . if you don’t adhere to my wishes I can and will live up to my word.”

“Recording our conversation without permission is illegal.” Raquel went to Agent Carter’s side.

“Would be if I hadn’t warned you both that the hallways was under video and audio surveillance.” Mr. Davis lowered his hand. “if you don’t believe me, ask Agent Carter.”

“Raquel, it is best if we leave.”

“not without my daughter . . . son, hearing me out.”

“Raquel,” Denny took her by the arm, “for now it’s best if we leave. Let her calm down and then we’ll try talking to her . . . I mean him again.” Denny’s face twisted and his eyes lost the bright blue color. Red consumed the dead center of them. Looked as if Denny did not take keen to having a stepchild who was a man when he was born a woman. Not that it mattered to me. I’d said my peace to them and Raquel’s ten minutes were long up.

“Be wisest to listen to what I said and follow it.” I took hold of Godfather’s hand and began moving him towards the living room. “Mr. Davis, please show them out.”

Lies Don't Matter Chapter 14 part 2

Lies Don’t Matter

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Julia Matthews

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 “We did. When he took you I had no idea why.” Raquel sighed. “I was frantic when he didn’t bring you home. I called Uncle Randy and he began researching  Rex and discovered out where he was from. It was four months after he disappeared with you that Randy uncovered Rex came from Hexton. I knew the moment he told me what Rex was.”

There it was again? Hexton. Place held many secrets. I sure needed to find out what was so special about it.

“Problem was,” Raquel looked over at Agent Carter, “your father knew how to hide. Took Randy and our resource two years to locate you. By the time we made it to China he was gone.”

I’d been a toddler when we left China. Had little to no memories about the place. Until I was fifteen there’d bene no discussion of the time mom and dad spent there. When dad took me to China I asked him why we’d moved. He’d told me his job died. I’d believed him. I was pleased we moved. Put me closer to Godfather.

“Like I said the other day, I never quit searching. You were my daughter. I pined for you each day. It should’ve been me raising you. You should’ve had been told your heritage each night. Your father robbed me of my right as your mother. Randy worked hard to locate you, but he never gave up hope.”

Really? How much truth was too that? Agent Carter been hounding the Logan Family for the last five years. Surely, he caught onto who I was. I mean he knew dad’s name. He question dad in the FBI headquarters as well in our home five or six times. Why had it taken him so long to make a move?

“When did he find us?”

Ah . . . The good Agent Carter did not like my question. The second step back had Hop kissing the top of my head. Didn’t need him to tell me he was pleased with the path I took.

Raquel gave Agent Carter a side glance then said, “Four days ago. Took us a few days to catch a flight.”

“Huh . . .” Just what I thought. Agent Carter was a liar. Not like I’d not known that for years, but . . . “When did you find out why my dad broke the legal custody agreement?”

“Like most dragons he knew our family history. Knew what your birth meant.”

“And . . .” Just what did that mean. I was just another little girl at time. One that might have turned into a man, but still . . . I gave Raquel a minute to continue, but she remained quiet, so I shifted my attention to Agent Carter. “You going to answer for her?”

“Destruction to the human race.”

Agent Carter spoke with such candor that my skin crawled. The growl in his voice and the death pending scowl had me thinking of a tiger landing the killing blow. Man truly did not like me. What had I done to him, other than be born? Was that truly enough to suffice death?

“You aren’t believing me.” Raquel reached for me, but Hop moved us back.

Not one bit. No human being born could be destruction to the world. although, Agent Carter said human race. There were nothing other than humans. “Why would I? You and your Uncle believe dragons are real.”

“Shit.” Raquel shifted her full attention to Godfather. “Rex didn’t tell her. Why did you allow him to keep her - - his entire heritage away from her - - him?

Godfather would tell her how ridiculous she was being. I waited one, two, three breaths, but he remained quiet. An answer without answering, because Godfather hated liars. If someone asked something he could answer, but did not want to . . . he kept his mouth shut. Best method he told me.

“Godfather?” I unwrapped myself from Hop’s arms and move so I faced Godfather. “Are you going to answer her?” Silence greeted me. “You are going along with her?” More silence. “You going to tell me what she means?” My words were faint and shaky. My gut churned with anticipation, because if he agreed with what Raquel had been saying it meant . . .

“Cree,” Hop stepped in between me and Godfather. “Remember what I asked you in the limo?”

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That it had. Not by choice. He’d been busy with Godfather and other Logan House business. When he wasn’t, I was busy with getting registered for college. Our schedule just had not came together in a month, or two. We both hated it. Loathed it. But . . . it was life. We knew that as well.

“You sure?”

“More than.” I knew how much my man liked to take me without anything between us. Not even lube. We’d done it many times, and he’d never hurt me. I loved to feel the burn that such a round of lovemaking left me with.

Hop’s warm lips pressed onto mine. I opened and shoved my tongue deep into his mouth, drawing a deep moan from my man. Time we got down to business. I slid onto my back, drawing my legs up to my chin. Hop wasted no time. He lined himself up with my hole and pushed in.

“Ah shit!”

Hop paused and looked down at me. “Too much?”

“Perfect.” The burn was amazing. Warmed my heart.

Hop continued to move until he was balls rested against my ass. My hills wrapped around him, pressing him closer, not that he could get any deeper in me, but I wanted him to be. My entire mind, body, and soul knew that he was home. That he belonged in me at all times.

“Home, sexy. I’m home.” He brushed his lips over the contours of my ear and licked a path down to the sensual spot right below my chin.

I had no problem letting him live in me twenty-four-seven. He was home to me. He was my everything. Hop didn’t give me words back, but he backed up his own feeling by pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. Hop was making a statement, other than his love for me. He was promising me that nothing would take me away from him. Not even the two trying to destroy my life. Nope. Hop would not let me leave his side.

“Hop!” Hop ripped a scream from me when he bit the tip of my nipple. My insides fluttered as he pulled out of me and rubbed the tip of his cock against my balls. Before I could respond to that, he was back inside me, thrusting deep and hard. He’d gone so far in me that he brushed against my prostrate, tearing another loud shout from me as heat consumed my body. An explosion like none before was ripped from me. My cum shot onto Hop’s chest as he grew still deep in me. The one place that I loved for him to be.

Hop screamed through his release. My legs remained locked around him until he collapsed over me. His breathing was as ragged as mine. It took him several minutes to unwrap my legs from him so he could lay beside me. More like clue himself to my back as he closed his hand around my balls.

“Got to be holding every bit of what I love.” His free hand slid under and up to my limp cock, taking it in his hands. “Now . . . My body is flush with what it loves. My hands are consumed by the rest of my man.”

“Damn, baby.”

“You are amazing, Cree.”

“You are the one who takes me to places I’ve never been. Every time we come together.” Kind of corny, but it was pure truth.

“Nah . . . that’s all your doing, sexy.”

I could tell Hop truly meant that. His grip tightened around me as he let his head rest on my chin. His breath was still deep and slow, letting me know just how much he meant what he said. Not only that, he was still on that natural high that our lovemaking gave us both.

I rested my hand over the one holding my cock and whispered, “Rest, baby, rest.”

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“Not now.” His hand slid under the back of my shirt and traced my spine, giving me shivers. “Time I lavish some comfort on you.”

“Ummmmmm . . . .” That I could handle. A small nip to his collarbone was answer enough for me.

“Thought so, baby.” His hand slid down and slipped under the edge of the pair of boxers I napped from his drawer. I had my own clothes at his place, but his clothes provided me more comfort.

“Need you.” Hop’s finger traced the seam of my ass, letting his finger dip in and then back out as his hand traced my hip bone until he could grip my cock.

“Take me.” I pushed my hand through the tight grip he had on me.

“Cree . . . his cock brushed against mine, letting me know he’d came to bed like he did every time I was around. Naked. I wondered if he slept nude when I was gone. That thought had given me many images to jack off to. Least there needed to be no images then. I had the real thing ready to ravish me.

“Get rid of these.” Hop shoved the boxers down as he locked his lips over my nipple, biting enough to give me the sting that drove me right to the brink of explosion. My man knew how to make my body sing. He kept his lips swiping back and forth, biting every other pass he took. His hand worked my cock a couple of minutes then took my balls in his hand, squeezing a bit. After a couple of groans, he slid his hand back, letting the tip of his finger rub across my perineum.

“What do you taste like?”

“You know.”

“No I don’t.”

“You’ve tasted me many times.”

“I have and every time there is a different aroma that flows from you as well as new wonderful ambrosia that belongs only to you.”

Hope always knew what to say. Not that I needed him to tell me sweet and kind words to earn him the right to drive me to a new level of lust than I’d every felt with him. Nope. All I needed was to feel him against me. Feel his desire pressed into mine. The man could have me when I was thirteen if he had taken me. I knew then that he was the one that I wanted. That he was the only man that would satisfy me, but . . . I also knew that he preferred men. Oh, he wasn’t the reason I changed my sex. Nope. I knew I was going to do that before I met him, but he solidified my desire to do so.

“Going to let me in?” Hop pressed his firmer on my opening. My legs spread further as his cool finger slid in an inch.

“Thought you wanted to know what I tasted like?”

“Taste you later.” Hop groaned as he went knuckle deep. “Need to be inside you.”

“I’m yours. All yours.” A deep loud filled moan slid from me as he slipped a second finger deep in me. “Take what you want. Anytime you want you, baby.”

“Always do.” Hop’s fingers withdrew as he reached for the nighstand.

“Don’t need that.”

“Not going to hurt you, sexy.”

“You never do.”

“It’s been awhile since we made love.”