Wings Of #life Chapter 3 "Hey watch it emo creep." A female voice said. I looked up to stare into firy red and orange eyes. Only one girl has these eyes and her name is Bella. I crouched down to grab my stuff and I handed her, her stuff. "I'm sorry." I say. She scoffed and flipped her sandy blond hair back. Bella was a beautiful woman, 5'8, curves and a beautiful face. Every guy here had a crush on her, even me. "Hey Night, stop drooling and get you butt over here." A familiar voice said. Liz, my best friend since we were little. Liz was pretty, but she hid it. Jet black hair to her mid back, silver eyes, small curves but a beautiful face. I walked up to her and hugged her. I set her down and I saw new lines mar her arms. "Father?" I ask pointing to them. She nodded and I dropped it. Her father was not a subject to be talked about. "Hey I had that dream again." I say as we walk towards the school. "I tell you it means something." Liz says staring at me. "Oh like ima grow wings and be hunted down." I say in a mocking tone. "You never know." Her eyes glass over and she looks like she is remembering something. Liz scared me when she went off into her world. I nugged her and she smiles, coming out if her little world. "He lets go before we are tarty." I say grabbing her hand. We ran to our first class as the first bell rang.

Wings Of #life Chapter 2 "NIGHT! Night!" I was hearing faintly, I woke up and grabbed my shoulder to realize it wasn't in pain. "Your going to be late if you don't move your ass." I heard a male voice call. My brother, Alex. I had the dream again, I have been having it for months now and I was tired of it. What was with the wings, and why when I wake up do I miss them? I slowly get out of bed and pull on a pair of jeans and a shirt. I quickly brush my hair and pull on my converse. "Night hurry your ass up or I will leave you here." My brother yelled, he wasn't a nice guy really but he is ok. I walked down stairs and I found him gathering up his stuff to leave. "I'm here I'm here." I said out of breath. My brother was always in a rush, I didn't think he ever had time to just sit and relax. "Night where are your glasses?" He asks and I quickly grab them. I actually didn't need them but since my eyes were a grayish blue people said that I did. And my brother would not stop bothering the doctor till he gave me some. All they were was a frame with glass. I think my brother hated me, he never let me look the way I wanted to, always how he wanted. We walked out the door and I hopped in his truck. My bag was in the back and we drove to school. I stared out the window the whole time, my mind floating back to the dream. I rubbed my shoulder and winced at remembering the pain. "Hey wimp, what you wincing for?" My brother asked. "Nothing." I mutter moving my brown hair into my eyes. We get to the school and I jump out of the truck and head to my first class. My mind was still reeling from the dream an I wasn't paying attention when I ran into someone. (Comment if you think Night should be gay or straight, I can't decide)

Wings Of #life Chapter 1 I was flying, the wind blowing through my wings cooling off the muscles that were working. I was free, free from all fear, free from everything. That was until I felt a searing pain in my right wing, blood was falling. My right wing retracted and it sent me spiraling to the ground, the wind pulling at my left wing making it feel like it was being torn out of it's socket. I couldn't think, couldn't do anything. All I saw was the spinning green of trees as I grew closer to the ground. I reached the tree tops and my left wing caught on the branches, causing me to retract it. I hit the ground with a thud. The wind was knocked out of me. I had to get up. Get up. Get up. Get up Night. I thought to myself. I heard the baying of hounds and I got up and started to run as fast as I could, clutching my right shoulder. Every move sent a searing pain into my shoulder making me gasp out in pain. I ran but it wasn't fast enough. Two hounds pounced on me and pinned me down. I couldn't breath and I was in so much pain that I blacked out.

The #life Of A Submissive This is a story of my #life, my #life of a submissive. I was a normal girl. Perfect #life, perfect family...not. I was an outcast, no one loved me. My name is Angel Frost. I am five foot six, long blond hair with crimson streaks, clear blue eyes, and curves to kill for. I wanted to be normal, but I guess liking to be controlled and my love for pain made that impossible. I was 12 when I realized I love pain. I had gotten in trouble for something and my father was spanking me, well my step father. With every hit I wanted more, so I cussed him out and provoked him till his hand hurt from spanning me. My #life was different from then on. With every boyfriend came my submissive nature. I wanted to be controlled, wanted to be owned. Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it, and that is exactly what happened to me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a normal Tuesday, walking to school for my last year of high school. I was just dumped by the sixth guy this year, I can't help they can't deal with my submissive nature. They are wimps. I got to school and headed to my first period and we were having a guest speaker today. I had little trouble getting to class for once, Bri and her bitches were no where to be seen. I walk in and ran smack into someone. "Hey, watch it!" I say catching myself. "Sorry I wasn't looking." I hear a deep chocolatey voice respond. His voice sent shivers down my spine and I looked up to see a god like man in front of me. He had soft features, but a strong jaw line, deep blue eyes and sandy blond hair. "N-no it's my fault." I say trying not to drool. Damn it Angel don't you dare fall for the class speaker. The man chuckled and certain places decided to come to #life. I slightly blushed and ran to my desk, nearly tripping over Bri's foot. I sat down and put my head down. "Oh class this is Cole, he will be our class speaker today." The teacher says, there was a collective sigh from all the girls and I chuckled. "Ok, well I'm Cole and I will be talking to you about submissive behavior and dominate behavior." He said with a smirk. Of corse he would be talking about that. I tuned out what he was talking about and started to dig through my bag for my bag of Hershey kisses. They were my drug. "Angel!" I hear from Bri. "What?!" I yell out. "Cole wants you up there." I hear her say with a snotty tone to her voice. I nod and slowly get up. "Come here, I won't hurt you." Cole says. I walk down to him, my heart racing and I could feel the whole class watching me. I reach Cole and he smiles. "Good, ok she will be demonstrating submissive behavior." He said to the class and to me he said, "now all you have to do is obey me and do as I say, ok?" I nodded, my heart was racing. "Ok you must call me master." he said. "Yes, master." I respond. There was a chorus of giggles throughs the room. I looked at Cole and I saw that his eyes were full of desire. I slightly smiled. "On your knees, put your hands behind your neck, and bow your head." Col said. "Yes master." I knelt and did as I was told. "See class, a submissive does everything he/she is told and has no complaints." Cole told the class. "Ya, but I bet she has been wanting someone to control her for a while now." I heard a guy from the back of the class, most likely Mike. "Sir, that's ok if she has, most people cannot hide their submissive nature. It is natural to them." Cole tells Mike as he lays his hand on my head, which made my head go lower. "Hmm, interesting." I hear Cole mutter. The rest of the demonstration went by quickly, then Cole let me go back to my seat. He started to talk about himself, saying that he was a dom, and telling the class how to tell what you were. I wasn't really listening, I had my head down and I was eating on my Hershey kisses. The bell finally rang and I waited till everyone was gone before I got up. "Angel, can I speak to you?" Cole asked me. I nodded and put my bag on my shoulder. "Well, I noticed that you are naturally a submissive, I was wondering if you wanted to be my submissive?" Cole asked me. I was speechless, my heart was racing and I slightly smiled. "Well?" he asked. "I'd love to." I said with a smile. Please like or comment for next part

Fallen The pain was excruciating. I could barely see, what have I done to deserve this pain? It felt like my body was being torn apart. There was no designated point of where the pain was coming from. At times it felt like there were many different points, and at times I was pain itself. Then all at once there was nothing. There was no pain, no nothing, but I could tell I was falling. Falling from a great height. It was dark and cold. I felt no warmth, no hope. I felt a slight strain in my back. That was where pain I felt earlier was originating from. Now I miss the pain, the falling was never ending, I didn't know where I was or how long I was falling. Soon my vision started to blur and my eyes were closing. Before I lost conscience I heard a voice. "You have fallen, you will not be forgiven for what you have done." Then there was nothing. I woke up to a bright light shining on my face. My back was hurting and I could barley see. I heard birds, seagulls to be exact. I slowly sit up, every move sending a wave of pain through me. I could tell that my back was bleeding. The sand was sticking to my back and I could feel two slashes in my back from where my wings were. I looked down and saw that my skin was pale, most likely from the loss of blood. I was in a simple cover up, just something to cover my body. I stood slowly, my long blond hair flowing down my back, getting in the silvery crimson blood of an angel. The reality of everything hit me. I had fallen, I don't even remember why. "Hey lady you ok?" I heard a male voice call out from behind me. The voice had a slight Texan accent to it. I turns around and saw a guy with sandy blond hair and one blue eye and and one brown. A rarity among humans. My icy blue eyes took in every detail, every defined muscle, every hair on his head. He was strikingly beautiful. He would make any human stop and drool, he could even pass for an angel if it wasn't for the slight crook in his nose, probably from being broken at one point. "Lady, are you ok?" He asked more concerned once he saw the blood. "Ya, I'm fine. Just an accident." I say my sing song voice slightly wavering. My legs gave out and the guy caught me. "Whao, I got you." He sad as he picked me up. The loss of blood made me weak and I pass out. I faded in and out of conscience and all I remember is being carried and the guy saying don't worry I have you. I woke in a unfamiliar room. The bed was against the only window which led to a balcony. There was a full dresser on the far wall and a closet on the wall left of the bed. There were two doors on the right wall, one most likely a bathroom the other the way out. I slowly got up, my back sill hurt slightly but the pain was a dull throb. I looked down and realized I was in shorts and a bandaged wrapped around my upper body. "Good morning sleeping beauty." I hear a male voice say, it was the same one from the beach. "Where am I?" I ask softy, more of testing my voice. It was soft and a relaxing tone. "At my house, you started to freak when I mentioned a hospital." He said with a grin. "Who are you?" I ask. "Xavier." He said as he held out his hand. I softly took it and shook his hand. "Ava." I say "short for Avabel" He nodded thinking about my name. "Well Ava, you need food." He said as he handed me a plate of food. I took it softly and started to eat. It was wonderful. I looked up to see the Xander has left. I went to the bathroom and slowly took off the bandages. It was tender around where my wings were. All the remains for now was jagged bones sticking out with a few white feathers. I rolled my shoulders and saw that after I had eaten my wings started to heal faster. "At least the bleeding has stopped." I mutter to myself. The the realization hit me, Xander had to wrap my wounds, he saw the remainders of my wings. He knew I was an angel or one of the fallen now. To be continued...