Take Me Home Aimee: 6Take Me Home Aimee: 6
Heath swallowed when she heard Aimee mutter his name. "What happened to him?"
“Him?” Aimee said in a low voice, using both hands to grip his shirt now. “His name is…was Wes. Wes Carver. I had owners before him but he was my first owner when I was eighteen. He was seventeen at the time when his family adopted me and brought me into their home.
I was supposed to be a gift to him before he graduated from high school since he was moving across the country to attend college. I…I had been living with a child before that so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was so scared of him but he…” she trailed off, smiling at the memory. “He was so patient with me. He was my protector, my friend, and eventually…” she winced, knowing this was the part he would never believe.
Eventually he told me he was in love with me,” she whispered. “Not
Take Me Home Aimee: 5Take Me Home Aimee: 5
Aimee didn’t know whether she was hurt or relieved when Heath had gone to answer the door. She wanted to talk about this, but she wasn’t quite sure if it was wise to voice her discomfort with her place in the world so easily. The point was, now that he was gone, she needed to get away from him. Assuming that he probably wouldn’t come back, she slid down the lamp wire again to the floor and made a run for the front door of his bedroom.
Behind the front door was a skinny man in a suit and tie, with stylish black glasses framing his brown eyes and a beautiful woman on his arm. Heath didn't have the luxury of many friends (kiss-ass-ery excluded), but Corey Morris was one of them.
The man was – literally – a genius. Corey had invented a virtually indestructible plastic alloy in his final year at MIT. When his professor refused to give him full recognition for his discovery in the science journal, Corey had taken his
Take Me Home: DevonTake Me Home: Devon
“Dammit, Devon! You get off that computer right now! That’s not for human use!” a loud voice rang over the tiny human’s head. Devon looked up to find one of the volunteers glaring down at her.
“How do you even get out of your cage?” she muttered, scooping her up with one hand. She closed the chat screen without ever taking a look to what she was up to. “I swear, Devon, it’s like you enjoy getting in trouble. Don’t you know what today is?”
Devon frowned, crossing her arms as she was brought back into the ‘playpen.’ “It’s Saturday, dammit. It’s the day people can come and look at us like the animals we are.”
“That’s right…” she said in a sing song voice, setting her down. “So you need to be where everyone can see you, not doing who knows what on the computer.”
“For your information, I was talking to a friend,” she s
Take Me Home: Aimee 4Take Me Home: Aimee 4
The third crepe was half the size of the first two; the fourth was barely 1/5 the original diameter.
"Didn’t think I’d be able to make this small." He flashed a rascally smile as he picked up the pan and rinsed it off in the sink. Finally, he brought her over to the little table by the window, along with the crepes, a Tupperware of mixed fruit, and a tub of vanilla yogurt. He went back for some of the human dishes, and then returned to his seat before her.
He could see her leaning towards him as he put the first one together, showing her how it was done.
"Some people like to drizzle honey over them, but that's not filling enough for me." He was just about to tell her to go ahead and try it, when he realized the fruit slices were too big.
"Ah… One sec..." He rather hastily diced a strawberry sliver, banana slice, and cantaloupe and scooped the mixture onto the plate next to her miniature crepes.
"Ok. Now give it a go. See what you think, hu
Take Me Home: Aimee 3Take Me Home: Aimee 3
Heath awoke early as per his normal routine: 5:30 am sharp. He liked getting a head start in the day. However, even in the back of his mind, he knew he would not be going to the gym this morning. The reason why lay on his nightstand.
Heath rolled over to face Aimee. His grogginess evaporated into a look of mild alarm. The little human bed was empty. He threw off the covers and got out of bed. He checked behind the lamp – even going so far as to picking up the bed to make sure she wasn't hiding under it.
The human stirred in the closet when a loud voice and rumblings jostled her from her sleep. What time was it? The closet was dark inside but the sun couldn’t possibly have risen yet. She sat up in her make-shift tissue bed and rubbed her eyes, catching the sounds of Heath. She leaned over; looking past one his shoes to see the giant busy looking for…well she could only assume that it was her.
"Aimee?" He paused, look
Take Me Home: Aimee 2Take Me Home: Aimee 2
“Is that really all you expect from me?” she asked as though not believing him. “Just to be myself? Back at the shelter they kept telling me not to mess this up,” she said softly, almost embarrassed to be telling him. “They said that lots of good things could start happening at the shelter if you liked me and said good things about me. They said to not argue with you and not to be rude because you were used to people agreeing with you…”
"I guess they wouldn't know how irritating constant agreement can be," he said under his breath.
“They also mentioned that you were a little offbeat…” she trailed off, “but I suppose most rich people are. Still though…you’re really not what I was expecting.”
He shook his head with an almost disbelieving smile. His ice-blue eyes considered her for a moment before his hand spurred into action, laying out palm-up beside
Take Me Home: Aimee Chapter OneTake Me Home: Aimee 1
Aimee felt her heart race as she waited in the corner of the box. It was explained to her at the shelter that she was going to have a new owner, but she had no idea what to expect. Giants were a strange race, some could be good and some could be cruel, but what she knew was that you could never expect the expected. She wrapped her royal purple blanket more tightly around her shoulders as she heard the loud roar of an engine and peeking through the tiny peephole in her box, she noticed the car pulling up to the driveway.
This must have been him. As she watched the giant get out of the car, she felt even more frightened because she was on ground level and it only took a few steps before the only thing that filled her vision was his shoes. She backed to the furthest corner of the box and waited to see what happened next.
Heath nearly dropped his keys when he saw the distinctive delivery box on his front porch. "No way..." he uttered, stooping down to tilt it up
Holding Collette: Chapter ThreeHolding Collette: Chapter Three
Several weeks went by and the two continued to text back and forth. Dallas was nervous that by admitting he was lonely that the stranger would stop talking to him, but the following morning his heart was set at ease as he turned on his phone to see if Collette had texted him back.
I’m lonely too. So much that I bet you couldn’t even understand.
He wanted to sing. This girl…she hadn’t laughed at him or told him to cheer up. For weeks, even days after his mother had passed so many of his friends had told him to get over it or understand that death is simply another part of life. Like he didn’t know that. But it was one thing to preach and listen, it was quite another to go through such a hardship. Collette’s answer had pleasantly surprised him, and even his father had asked him, “what the hell are you smiling about?” when he saw him a few days later.
It was ama
The Sin of Cinderella: VThe Sin of Cinderella: V
The following morning, Ella was preparing breakfast along with Jack and Gus. As the two men hummed a shared tune, Ella couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment, humming along and swaying on the stool as she cracked some eggs into an oversized bowl.
“And how is our little princess feeling this morning?” Jack asked, smiling down at her as he fried some bacon in a pan. “Were you able to finish…” he trailed off, leaving Ella to fill in the rest.
“I did…around four-thirty this morning,” she said with a yawn. “I’m so tired, I can’t believe that I still have to help Drey and Anya get ready for this ball.”
“You should get some coffee,” Gus said hopefully. “You need to wake up. I know this is probably going to be one of the longest days of your life, but you have to consider that it’s all worth it.” He nodded toward