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Juliet is the daughter of a college professor, a deceased professor now. Buried under the bills and debts she is drowning and seeking an escape. She finds it in the man on her doorstep. Or should she say Jackal shape shifter, Zarek has the answer to her problems, she isnt meant to remain in the human world. She is the missing daughter of Anubis. The Peace Keeper. Unable to fight her desire for escape she returns to Egypt with him. To find it all true. She is Aishe illegitimate daughter of Anubis and Isis. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 12, 2012    Reads: 203    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

Papers littered the desk Juliet sat at, she scoured over them and had been doing so since early in the morning, she cursed and flugn them aside as she sat back in the chair. There was no way to figure everything out, she was drowing in her fathers debt. In L.A. these bills were stil piling up on her, she didnt know what to do, she was out of work, she couldnt work... not anymore. She sat back as tears fell from her eyes, her leg began to ache as if in response to her emotional pain. She slipped a hand down to rub the ache away. It had been a year, the savings were bone dry, her father's funeral had drained every last penny she had, then her hospital bills drained what was left of the money he had left her. Now the debt's he owed, the ones for his archeology work was begining to pile up. She was drowing in those bills as well as the ones for the house. She was at a loss for what to do, she couldnt do anything without work, and who would hire her? She could barely walk!

She wept into the wood work of the desk and screamed in frustration. She slammed her first on the desk and cursed the world, she cursed herself most of all. She sat back and regained her composure. She picked up the bills and sat them back on the table, after standing she moved to gain her balance when the doorbell rang. She lost ehr footing and fell hard on her left side. Her leg screamed in pain and she rolled to relieve the pressure, she struggled to her feet and clambered for the door. She hobbled down the hall and stopped to look out the peephole, she gasped at the sight.

The sexiest man she had ever seen stood on her stoop, looking oh so delicious. The neighborhood women must be wetting themselves behind their curtains seeing him. He was wearing a black t-shirt that stretched tight over his heavily muscled torso, black pants covered his legs, and she stared into the brightest golden eyes set into a chisled manly face. A black goatee covered his chin and his hair was equally black and spiky. He wore bold bands on his wrists, and a gold chain was tucked into his shirt. She stepped back as those eyes looked up as if they knew she was watching, then a slow smile curved those lips in a sinful manner. He rang the doorbell again, she ripped the door open and used the frame to catch herself before she fell again. "Can I help you?" She asked, with her luck he would be a bill collector.

"Is Gordan Williams here?" He asked, the dark husky sound of his voice sank into her pores like a fine mist of sexy timbre. She frowned when she realized what he had asked, perhaps he was a bill collector.

"Gordan Williams died a year ago." She said, he stepped back in surprise and frowned.

"I am sorry for your loss, are you his widow?" He asked.

"Who wants to know?" She asked trying for the life of ehr to maintain the image of a paranoid woman, though everything in her wanted to wrap herself around him, she reighned ehr libido in and glared at her sexy stranger.

"My name is Zarek Canis, I have been searching for him for a great many years." He said and frowned then looked around before he looked down. "I know he took a trip to Egypt many years ago and left never to return, he left with a child, I've been looking for that child."

She froze as she looked at Zarek Canis, she knew her father Gordan had found her in egypt, he had adopted her and brought her to America. She frowned and he sighed, "Do you know if he had a daughter, perhaps a girl he had living here with him?" He asked, this stranger looked rattled, she stepped out onto the stoop and he gasped then he stumbled back.

"I am Gordan's daughter, if you are here for bills I will have to ask you to-" She started.

"My Princess." He spoke in a strange language that resonated inside her, she'd heard it before, but she didnt know where. What did he say? He knelt on the stoop and bowed his head, muttering in that strange language.

"Look, come inside before the neighbors call the cops." She beconed inside and he stood to follow, she pointed at him. "You speak english that I can tell, keep to that language."

"I have finally found you." He spoke with reverence, his eyes alight with wonder, "To think you lived this long, this well, I have failed yet seem to have a redeeming point now."

"What?" She spoke.

"You were adopted were you not?" He asked.

"Yes." Juliet rolled her eyes, that conversation was a long one that had happened when she was fourteen, an annoying one when she was young and one that didnt matter now.

"I know your parents." He spoke, "I was sent to find you."

"What?" She felt her eyes widen as she looked at him, he knew her parents?! That wasnt possible, her father had told her he found her in the desert. "Thats not possible, Gordan found me in the desert."

"He did, the people you were with were attacked, your carriage overturned, the gaurds killed. You survived because of the runes used to protect you, he took you away before anyone else could come again." He said and turned his hands in his hair as he lifted his hands to the air. "Praise Ra for his mercy."

"What in the Hell are you talkin about?" She asked.

"My dear Princess Aishe, you are the daughter of Anubis. You are the goddess of Peace, and youre power has been growing. It is time to go home now." He said and held out a hand. Juliet stared at it in shock, then she backed up away from the psycho infornt of her, she tripped over the end table and fell, his hand locked around her wrist and she found herself flush against him.


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