Worlds Apart, ninja jinx [inspirational books for women .txt] 📗

With her back leaning against the wall, her head lolled to the side gently. Eyes closed, she almost appeared as if she were sleeping, if not for the fact that her breaths came out in shallow pained gasps. She knew she didn’t have long, that time was running out and that she may end up dead, but yet even with the prospect of dying staring at her blatantly in the face, she felt a sense of peace. For what could be the last time, her mind drifted…….to the past……

Stella Green’s face was a blank mask yet nothing could hide the despair behind her eyes. Hands on the door knob, she listened attentively with a growing lump in her throat. Her body shuddered as images of her mate and another woman who wasn’t her sharing intimate moments with each other. Suddenly a painful tightening occurred in the area of her chest where her heart was, and she gasped audibly, eyes welling with salty tears. The pain she felt was like someone was constricting her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe. There was a thud on the other side of the door, and a low curse.

Stella knew she had been noticed, and without a doubt, the door to the bed room would swing open any moment and she would meet eye to eye with her mate for the first time….of course, just right after he had slept with another woman. The thought of another woman’s scent coating his own coffee one made bile rise in her throat. How could he sleep with another woman? How could she even face him?

Eyes darting around her, Stella took a step back and then another and then she was running down the hallway in blindness, oblivious to everything except the pounding in her ears. This wasn’t meant to happen her wolf howled at her and she gripped her heart, clawing at her chest in an attempt to ease the pangs of pain. Each pang felt like her breath was being knocked out and some part of her was dying. She needed to escape, she needed a moment to clear her mind and think straight. What she didn’t need was blurred images of a man and women on bed.

Throwing herself practically out of the large house, her feet carried her to the woods. The evening air did nothing to cool her raging heart and Stella dared a glance back, another strong wave of disappointment and hurt washing over her when she didn’t see anyone chasing after her. Where was he? She thought, why wasn’t he chasing me, trying to win my favour back?

Thoughts swirled in her head as she ran blindly through the woods, dirt, twigs and stones scratching and tearing at her clothes and skin. Over and over Stella tripped, fell over and got back up, and even though her cuts stung and blood gushed out of her hands and knees, none of it compared to the intense pain ravaging her heart. It was so strong that she couldn’t even scream, her mouth sealed shut and her tears scorching down her face.

Maybe it was because Stella was so full of anguish that she didn’t notice the large black pond with its still waters. Maybe her hurt had blinded her so much that she stumbled yet again, losing her footing on the damp ground around the waters edges and falling face first into the water. The splash of the water on her face and the coldness which washed over her snapped her back into reality, and Stella, now somewhat focused, looked around and for the first time felt another emotion other than hurt fill her heart. Fear.

Leaves began to stir and she shivered. Something brushed her hands which were still in the water and Stella leapt back. She called anxiously to her wolf but her wolf remained silent, still broken by the hurt it felt.

She slowly stood up, suddenly feeling greatly weighed down by her clothes which seemed to weigh tonnes. Grunting, the inky depths of the water scared her as she stared back at her frightened expression. Warning bells rang loud and clear as she tried to take a step back and away from the water, and yet, in that very moment she saw a slender arm reach out and grasp her thigh. Gasping Stella tried to scream out for help but before she could she was dragged under, the ground disappearing from below her. Black water filled her lungs, and Stella struggled to breathe, her throat burning and her arms flailing around. Black dots appeared in her vision as she was dragged further and further under, to this seeming endless pit of water.

Please, she pleaded, please, I don’t want to die….

Stella Green’s face was a blank mask yet nothing could hide the despair behind her eyes. Hands on the door knob, she listened attentively with a growing lump in her throat. Her body shuddered as images of her mate and another woman who wasn’t her sharing intimate moments with each other. Suddenly a painful tightening occurred in the area of her chest where her heart was, and she gasped audibly, eyes welling with salty tears. The pain she felt was like someone was constricting her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe. There was a thud on the other side of the door, and a low curse.

Stella knew she had been noticed, and without a doubt, the door to the bed room would swing open any moment and she would meet eye to eye with her mate for the first time….of course, just right after he had slept with another woman. The thought of another woman’s scent coating his own coffee one made bile rise in her throat. How could he sleep with another woman? How could she even face him?

Eyes darting around her, Stella took a step back and then another and then she was running down the hallway in blindness, oblivious to everything except the pounding in her ears. This wasn’t meant to happen her wolf howled at her and she gripped her heart, clawing at her chest in an attempt to ease the pangs of pain. Each pang felt like her breath was being knocked out and some part of her was dying. She needed to escape, she needed a moment to clear her mind and think straight. What she didn’t need was blurred images of a man and women on bed.

Throwing herself practically out of the large house, her feet carried her to the woods. The evening air did nothing to cool her raging heart and Stella dared a glance back, another strong wave of disappointment and hurt washing over her when she didn’t see anyone chasing after her. Where was he? She thought, why wasn’t he chasing me, trying to win my favour back?

Thoughts swirled in her head as she ran blindly through the woods, dirt, twigs and stones scratching and tearing at her clothes and skin. Over and over Stella tripped, fell over and got back up, and even though her cuts stung and blood gushed out of her hands and knees, none of it compared to the intense pain ravaging her heart. It was so strong that she couldn’t even scream, her mouth sealed shut and her tears scorching down her face.

Maybe it was because Stella was so full of anguish that she didn’t notice the large black pond with its still waters. Maybe her hurt had blinded her so much that she stumbled yet again, losing her footing on the damp ground around the waters edges and falling face first into the water. The splash of the water on her face and the coldness which washed over her snapped her back into reality, and Stella, now somewhat focused, looked around and for the first time felt another emotion other than hurt fill her heart. Fear.

Leaves began to stir and she shivered. Something brushed her hands which were still in the water and Stella leapt back. She called anxiously to her wolf but her wolf remained silent, still broken by the hurt it felt.

She slowly stood up, suddenly feeling greatly weighed down by her clothes which seemed to weigh tonnes. Grunting, the inky depths of the water scared her as she stared back at her frightened expression. Warning bells rang loud and clear as she tried to take a step back and away from the water, and yet, in that very moment she saw a slender arm reach out and grasp her thigh. Gasping Stella tried to scream out for help but before she could she was dragged under, the ground disappearing from below her. Black water filled her lungs, and Stella struggled to breathe, her throat burning and her arms flailing around. Black dots appeared in her vision as she was dragged further and further under, to this seeming endless pit of water.

Please, she pleaded, please, I don’t want to die….

The sun shined on the golden sand as the blue water lapped gently on the shore. Two young siblings, one a girl and the other a boy, chased each other gaily, there footprints being left behind on the ground. It was the youngest of them both, the girl, who first spotted the body of a person. She called out to her brother, her voice shaking in frightful fear and curiosity as she approached it carefully.

“Come quick Mathew!” 

Her older brother, Mathew, rushed to her side upon hearing her urgent voice, a gasp leaving his mouth as he saw his sister crouching over a body