Venalicium Per Cruor-Marked By Blood

Venalicium Per Cruor-Marked By Blood

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Thank you for taking time to check out my first book. As it is my frist attempt at novel writing, please leave constructive criticism, so that i may edit and improve the story. Paranormal Romance novel chapter one. Manya is in her early thirties when her life is altered on the streets of Philadephia. All because of a little mark.. Stephanus, or Stephan as he likes to be called, is used to his lifestyle. He should be, he has been living it since Zeus was a young God. He wasn't going to come with Turk to the grimy city of Philadelphia, but he needed a night or two away, He didn't expect to bump into her. Her...

Summary

Thank you for taking time to check out my first book. As it is my frist attempt at novel writing, please leave constructive criticism, so that i may edit and improve the story.
Paranormal Romance novel chapter one.

Manya is in her early thirties when her life is altered on the streets of Philadephia. All because of a little mark..

Stephanus, or Stephan as he likes to be called, is used to his lifestyle. He should be, he has been living it since Zeus was a young God. He wasn't going to come with Turk to the grimy city of Philadelphia, but he needed a night or two away, He didn't expect to bump into her. Her...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Venalicium per cruor-Marked By Blood

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Paranormal Romance novel chapter one. Manya is in her early thirties when her life is altered on the streets of Philadephia. All because of a little mark.. Stephanus, or Stephan ashe likes to be called, is used to his lifestyle. He should be he has been living it since Zeus was a young God. He wasn't going to come with Turk to the grimy city of Philadelphia, but he needed a night or two away, He didn't expect to bump into her. Her...

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Submitted: June 09, 2012

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Chapter 1

‘This is about as good as it is going to get I guess…’ I say to myself as I focus my bleary eyes on my reflection. Staring at myself, I see my olive skin of my father, my black hair, of my father, and my bright aqua eyes of my mother. I have pretty clear skin, no blemishes, and barely any freckles. I always joke around that the freckles I have, the ones on my neck, look like vampire bites. Just looking at myself, I know I have come a long way in my life, divorced, good job, great apartment in the best part of the city and no man. Finally no man, I can concentrate on my career. I do want more out of life, but I don’t trust anyone right now, least of all men. My friends are always trying to set me up, but it always ends badly, and OMG my mother, “Manya, aren’t we ever going to get grandkids from you?” I just want peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask? Taking one final look at myself, boobs in the right place, skirt just the right length to show off my short legs, and high heals, high, high heals. MMMM, I know I look good, too bad I would rather stay in my froggy pajamas.

The symphony of the night is ringing out on the wind as I lock my door, back to the busy street, eyes on the lock. I have only lived here for seven months, but it feels like home. People always mistake me for taller, it must be my heals or my personality, but it is a mistake that is made often, along with my age. Youthful looking is a good thing at my age, as I will be turning thirty-two in a couple months.

“Have a good time Hun!” The pretty blonde bartender calls as she fills a glass of white wine.

“Make money Kat, so I can borrow some” she calls back.

“Oh, one min Manya…You have mail here.” Kat calls after her.

“Thanks Hun, later.” I smile and put the couple of letters in my leather, Louis Vuitton messenger bag. (bought off of EBAY of course, but shhhhh) Continuing to the subway, Philadelphia smells beautiful I think to myself as I inhale the antique air, mixed with the perfume of young professionals dressed up on a Friday night. BUZZ, BUZZ…vibrating startles me as my phone rings in my purse.

“Manya, you’re late hurry up, the show is starting!!!” The voice from the phone shouts over crowd.

“I coming, be there in twenty min.” I shout back, screw them, I was invited last min to your boyfriends gig, cause his band sucks, and your giving me attitude? Nice, I think to myself. But I don’t say that, I never say what I am thinking. The show did suck by the way. I drank a bit too much, guess I was drowning out the noise, oh I mean the music, and I say my goodbye’s, as its late. Heading home the way I came. Back to Old City, God I love this city.

Looking down into the purse, cursing at the amount of junk that seems to build up in it daily, I’m not looking where i am walking. “Humph!!!” A deep voice grumbles as I am bounced backwards, landing on my ass, in a street full of pretty people and drunken twenty-something’s. Looking up expecting to be pissed at the douche bag who was not watching,(knowing full well I wasn’t looking myself, but who wants to walk around blaming themselves for everything?) “Thanks man!” I guess I blurt out a bit rudely under my breath as I begins to rise to my feet. As I looks up to see who this tool is, I’m hit by a biker cutting around a taxi. It goes dark.

“What the hell hit me?” I whisper as the brightest light in the world assaults my eyes, it is here that the real story begins, too bad I did not know it yet. Okay, so I am opening my eyes and what do I see, besides my new skirt has blood on it, wonder if it is mine, yeah it is, I got hit by a bike, that’s right. Anyway, as my vision clears OMG, I see this gorgeous man staring down at me, his strong hand is cradling my head, and his face is so close to mine. I can smell his cologne, and it is a mixture of vanilla, musk and something else, but I am not sure what. Something dark.

“Thank god you are okay. Can you sit up?” He gently lifts me to a sitting position and, yep speechless again. “Maybe we should lay you back down, call 911” he laughs. (he is laughing at me, why? Yeah, that’s right, I am staring at him like it is my time of the month and he is made of chocolate)

“I’m okay…” I kind of smile at him I think, and blink a couple times. “ Sorry I ran into you,” I think I say. HE smiles back at me, still holding me in his ridiculously strong hands. (I’m thinking of fainting like Scarlett O’Hara would do to snare a gentleman) I begin to straighten out my legs and boldly reach out for his hand to help me up, he obliges (cause he is a hot, knight in shining armor) and this is where shit gets weird people. Right fracking here. So gorgeous hot, hunk of I don’t mind regretting you tomorrow, helps me to my feet, I wobble, cause I have a concussion, and my hair moves away from my neck. He takes a look at my neck, the smooth skin, the color of the blush rising from my chest, no he focusing on those two little freckles I was joking about before I went out tonight.

I notice he visible stumbles back a step, all the he while he can not stop looking at my neck. I have no idea, why he is looking at me that way,. He looks hungry, angry, something. “You okay…..” I ask him, staring at him, assessing him.

“its just, you have,” he coughs, “yeah I am okay.” he finishes, but still focusing his stare on my neck.

Finally I have to ask him, cause want to thank him for rescuing me, and maybe if I can grow lady balls quickly, I may flirt. ( I doubt I will grow a set big enough, I’m a wuss, you will figure that out when I’m done my story) Anyway, I keep looking at his face as he is eyeing up my neck. He is gorgeous, There is no other word to describe him. Tall, like 6’4”, strong, its oblivious this man works out daily, like maybe owns a gym, by the is not like gross built, like hot swimmer or soccer player, all lean muscle and definition. (MMMMMMM) Still, there is something just wrong about him, or something dangerous. I am not sure yet. I say thank you and ask his name but he is just staring at my friggin neck. (starting to freak me out a bit)

Finally this huge, and I mean HUGE guy walks out of the non descript, Irish bar/pub calling after his friend, my new future dream man, ( cause I work too damn much to date, I have to collect dream men, fracking sad) “Christ, Stephanus, WTF now? Let the nice tiny girl go man..” He cautiously walks over to us, and it is here I realize that his angelic devil looking man, has his arm wrapped around my waist and his hand on the back of my head still. I am completely held captive by this Greek god, and frankly, why is this gorilla trying to ruin the best part of my night?

“Its Stephan! Ape” My Apollo growls back at gargantuan standing next to us,( as I softly giggle, cause I called him a gorilla in my head a min ago.)

“Stephen, she is okay man, look, she is laughing, you can release her now buddy. Its okay…” The giant says, over cautiously, I’m thinking to my self. It is starting to look like something is wrong, and I am the cause. (Again)

“I know, I was just making sure she was okay. She was run over by a biker” Just then a thunder from his chest begins to grow, oddly enough, the second the words hit by a biker were released from his mouth. He still has yet to let go. His hands are so warm. (mmmm)

Staring still at this man, with his eyes, their not blue, or light blue, there not, I don’t know, it seems like they are more of a fake ice blue, but I see no evidence of contacts. “Big Pun is right, I am okay” I barely whisper, cause I’m not sure I want him to hear me, or he may let go, but he hears me, cause he finally stops looking at my neck.

“Hi” He smiles at me, like a wolf before he leaps on the bunny. Just like that. (gives me a shiver down my spine) “You okay…..” he waits like he is waiting for me to say something back. I think I understand English, (but his pretty mouth is making words, so I can not concentrate)

“Manya.” I say, thinking he is asking my name,

“Manya, what is that?” he looks at me still, intensely. I wonder why he is so intense, maybe he is a lawyer and he is sizing me up? “I answer him, “my name” He laughs at me, as I turn red. “I meant what nationality are you” still laughing as he clarifies his question.

“It is Russian, but I’m middle eastern also.” I tell him, still wondering why he is holding onto my waist. I’m so close to this man. We are sharing the same space in time, and nothing is around us. Except for the gorilla.

“I’m Stephan. This is Turk, my…partner” He releases me as he says that, and my skin feels cold at the absence of his touch.

“Hi baby doll, Turk, but you can call me T. You need help getting home?” He asks me, but I do not think that he is truly offering me just a walk home, I think he may want to walk me to my bedroom. He looks like a lion about to eat, and I am a zebra’s ass.

Suddenly, Stephan, moves in front of me, his large arm extended, palm on the chest of T, and his other wrapped behind him, around ME! He sounds like an animal as he yells at his partner, “Back the fuck off Turk, MINE!” his eyes are red. (WTF RED-WTF WTF WTF) People start to move away, sensing predators about to fight for ownership of something. I think it is me, well I am sure it is me, but the hell why I don’t know, All I did was fall, and get run over by a bike. As they square each other, I take a step back, think to my self, ( I am a block away from my apartment, they wont be able to get to me, through the scene they have caused, one-two-three) I take off in the opposite direction the flash mob forming around these two me, as T yells at Stephan, “NOT HERE MAN< were cool, were cool. I did not mean anything by it. I’m just kidding, I’m going to go back in a get a beer, you want one? Stephan, talk to me, were old friends Stephanus?”

I run faster than I ever have before in my life, and that’s is a lot in the ridiculous heals I am wearing in this damn cobble stone street. I make it to my door, I live above a bar, so I have three doors to unlock. But if I can just get to the second door to the apartments, I can seal them out and I will be safe.

Before anything can escalate any further, Stephan whips his head around looking for me, and when his red eyes scan the crowd and I am gone, all hell breaks lose. The man who was protecting, claiming, whatever, me , just poof, gone. Turk, T whatever he wants to be called, gasps tiredly, “fuck!”

I’m fumbling with the key, trying to get it into the lock and turn it, I hate this door by the way, and just as I get behind the second door, I see him. I quickly shut the door, but I have to turn the old deadbolt like 50 times before it locks the door. The landlord said he would fix that too. It just about closed, as his black, very expensive, Italian leather shoe is in the door frame, and I look up at his read, glowing red eyes. I fall back onto the step behind me, just three feet from my apartment door. If I could just have moved faster, but he was too fast. Inhumanly fast. He barges in, moving me like paper in the wind, and shuts the door behind him, locking it like it was installed yesterday, rust free. “Running is never a good idea when your around a predator my sweet.” he purrs at me, closing the distance between us. He brushes the hair from my face and lifts me up in his massive arms. Once I am on my feet, I am about to yell when he leans close enough that I can feel his warm breath on my neck. “Do not run from me again, Manya. I will find you no matter where you go, where you hide.” He whispers, or purrs, I am not sure, I’m terrified, and oddly turned on a little. He brushes his lips along the soft skin of my neck, and I tilt my head away, giving him better access (it has been a while for me okay, don’t judge, and you couldn’t smell him, like life, sex and chocolate) Trailing soft kisses on my neck, he inhales my scent and licks the salty skin, and wait for it, wait for it…..he bites me. This insane Greek god looking mother fucker bites me. WTF.

I always said, why do these stupid women in movies and books always run from the hot vampire, werewolf or paranormal hunk when they end up living eternally, happy, and skinny forever. But now that I am in the middle of this journey, I get the running thing. To bad no one told my feet to run again, however someone did send a memo for ass to meet the floor, as I pass out. (I didn’t know it was from blood loss)


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