Charlie Gyid 2, Anysia Eaton [best love story novels in english .txt] 📗

Alice in Wonderland – plastered on his face. His eyes sparkled in the light from the lanterns. He looked mesmerizing, I couldn’t deny that. Though I wished I could. It wasn’t helping at all.
His arm found its way around my waist pulling me close to him. He held my hand up ready to dance. I placed my hand on his shoulder. We started to dance among the other couples that included Sir Mallot and Mistress Halsente; Gabby and a lad from our class, Alison and a lad in the year below us and many more. I could see Jeff dancing with Elspeth from the French Covert. I didn’t even realise that she had arrived. Nobody had told me.
After a few dances I saw Jeff and Elspeth stop and go to the drink counter. I stopped Sir Malice from dancing and lead him over to them. I wanted to talk to somebody. I managed to get my hand out from Sir Malice’s hand with a bit of force. I rushed to hug Elspeth cheering “Elspeth”
“Hello Charlie”
“When did you get here?” I asked her pulling back.
Sir Malice walked to my side.
“Only just in time for the ball” she replied.
She and Jeff shared a smile.
“Are you enjoying it?” I asked hopeful that somebody was.
“Yes, I love it, it’s brilliant” she said “What about you?”
“I’ve never danced so much in my entire life”
I was glad to avoid that question. I knew I couldn’t lie – I couldn’t lie to save my life – and I knew I couldn’t tell the truth.
“I told you those dance lessons would have come in handy” laughed Jeff.
“You promised you wouldn’t mention that again” I said faking a sneer.
He didn’t fall for it, he laughed a bit more and then made the motion suggesting he zipped up his mouth. I knew that wouldn’t last very long.
“What dance lessons?” asked Elspeth a small smile on her face.
“Dad, took me to dancing lessons when I was about eight” I replied quietly in a moaning voice.
“Yeah, and she threw a temper tantrum every lesson, refusing to dance.” Jeff continued laughing.
I glared at him. He immediately slammed his mouth shut, and re-zipped it, but a smile remained on his face.
“Really?” asked Elspeth trying to hold back a small laugh.
“Definitely. Had she not thrown a fit at home, almost wrecking the whole house, I would have kept taking her” Jeff laughed. A soon as he realised what he done. He slapped himself around the face and then re-zipped up his mouth. “Sorry”
Another song started. Sir Malice turned to me and asked, “Do you want to do some more dancing?”
I didn’t really but my head nodded.
He took me to the centre of the dance floor when we stayed – dancing – for hours. His arm had found his way back to the small of my back. He was holding me even closer this time. Our chests were touching he had that close. There was nothing more I wanted at that moment than to scream and run away, but the consequences weighed heavily in the my throat stopping me.
“Will you join me tomorrow?” he asked me as we danced.
“I have school tomorrow” I replied. Glad that there was a way out.
“Then will you join me for lunch?” he asked.
Dahm! I didn’t have an excuse to avoid that one.
I nodded. “I will head to the cafeteria as soon as the lesson is finished”
A large smile appeared on his lips.
I noticed the music was slowing. It quietened and then stopped completely. As custom, everybody clapped when the music had stopped. I saw Sir Mallot and Mistress Halsente on the platform – that the band was on.
“Well, what a wonderful evening. I hope you enjoyed yourselves as much as I enjoyed myself. It was truly something I will never forget, but all good thing come to an end. So, before we all go and snuggle up in a nice warm bed I would like to say thank you to a few people. Firstly to Miss Charlie Gyid, for organising this brilliant evening...” He paused as everybody clapped. “... Next, to the band, who gave up their free time to come and play for us. And they have been truly brilliant...” Another round of applause. “And last but no means least to our very special guest, Sir Malice, the vampire prince.”
The room erupted into a round of applause. I wondered if people had been told to do this before we came into the room. I couldn’t imagine people being this fond of the fact he was here, but, I guess he didn’t have to know that.
Sir Mallot – closely followed by Mistress Halsente – headed to us.
“Thank you for coming, Sir Malice” said Sir Mallot as he approached. He seemed genuinely pleased.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world” replied Sir Malice back. I kept my eyes on Sir Mallot, bit I could tell Sir Malice hadn’t said that looking towards Sir Mallot but looking towards me.
“Did you have a good time Charlie?” asked Sir Mallot.
I don’t think I could give any meaner evils then what I gave him at that point.
“Well, like I already said to Elspeth, I have never dance so much in my life.” I just wished I could use that twice. I knew it wouldn’t fool him but maybe a second lot of evil glances would shut him up.
He didn’t say anything else so either the glances or my answer was good enough.
I swept the room – with my eyes – for Brad. I could see him waiting by the door. He looked as though he could decide whether or not to wait for me or to just go. Mistress Halsente followed my glance.
“May I borrow Charlie for a second?” she asked.
The men nodded. Mistress Halsente placed an arm over my shoulder and took me over to the side.
“Do you want me to pass on a message to Brad?” she asked.
“Can you tell him, I’ll meet him in the room, I won’t be long, and I will join him as soon as I have escaped?” I asked her.
She nodded and smiled.
As I walked back to where Sir Mallot and Sir Malice were now deep in conversation – that I didn’t need to listen too – Mistress Halsente went to Brad and delivered my message. Brad looked to me and nodded. He blew a kiss towards me and then headed out.
Mistress Halsente walked to my side and whispered “He says ‘I love you’”
“Thank you” I mouthed at her.
“No problem”
“May I walk you to your room?” Sir Malice asked me as his conversation with Sir Mallot died.
“I’m afraid Charlie stays in the student corridor, which you promised not to enter” spoke up Jeff walking in my direction. He had been stood close enough to hear but far enough away for it to seem like he wasn’t listening.
“May I walk her to that corridor then?” he persisted.
Jeff looked towards Sir Mallot and Mistress Halsente.
None of them could think of reason why he couldn’t so they all just gave a short and small nod. Sir Malice held his hand out for me to take. I took it and he started to lead me out.
We walked in silence to the corridor. It was an awkward silence. It seemed like he wanted to say something but stopped himself before he could. Of course I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to rush to the room and cuddle up next to Brad.
As we reached the corridor I stopped letting him know he could not go any further. He let go of the hand that he hadn’t stopped holding all evening. He lifted up his hand, hesitantly, and stroked my cheek.
“I never asked whether you like the dress” he commented.
“Oh, yes, it’s lovely. It’s beautiful” I replied looking from his face to the dress.
“It’s yours to keep.” He said. “I don’t have much use for it, considering only men stay in my coven.”
“Thank you” I replied quietly.
I could see the door next to my own open, and Geska’s head popped around the door frame.
“Charlie?” she shouted.
“Geska, I’ll be there in a minute.” I replied to her.
She came fully out, in her pyjamas. She had in her arms her favourite Cinderella book.
“I’ll read to you in a minute Geska” I said. But she didn’t move. I sighed and waved for her to come over. She ran to me and lifted her up into my arms.
“Geska, this is Sir Malice. Sir Malice, this is Geska.” I introduced them.
“Hello” said Sir Malice with a sweet smile.
Geska giggled and dug her head into my shoulder. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
“I better get Geska to bed. I shall see you at lunch” I said to Sir Malice.
“Yes. Good night Charlie.” Sir Malice said.
“Good night” I replied slowly heading – backwards – down the corridor.
He bowed his head.
I turned and walked straight into Geska’s room.
I lay her on her bed. Her cheeks were bright red.
“He’s pretty” she giggled as I tucked her in.
“He’s not as nice as Brad” I disagreed.
“Of course he’s not to you. You’re Brad obsessed.” She giggled.
“Do you want me to read to you or not?” I asked in fake threatening voice.
That just made her laugh even more. She shook her head and then said, “Brad has already read it to me. He missed you.”
“I missed him too” I admitted to her. “More than he could even guess”
“Good night Charlie”
“Good night Geska”
I walked to the side door, that lead to mine and Brad’s room. I turned out the light and left the room.
I shut the door and sighed before I turned. I didn’t even get chance to see his face, my lips were pressed against his as soon as I had turned. His hands were holding the back of my head, slowly removing every little bit of my hair accessory set that my hair had collected. His lips never left mine. His hands moved down to the dress. He turned me around, kissing my neck as he unzipped the dress. My mind had gone cloudy, I couldn’t remember a thing. I couldn’t remember the night, I couldn’t remember where I was and I couldn’t even remember my name. Once the dress had dropped to the floor he turned me back around, but continuing to kiss my neck. He lifted me, his lips not parting from my skin. He carried me over to the bed and lightly placed me in the middle.
I couldn’t breathe, he was intoxicating. I never wished for it to stop. He was the one I wanted and he had no idea how much control he had over me. He didn’t know how much he could make me forget just by kissing the nape of my neck. I loved him and I was sure of that. Nobody was ever going to change that. Nobody. Ever.

CHAPTER EIGHT
VIKTOR MALICE
I never wanted to wake up. The last thing I could remember of last night was Brad. Everything that happened from the moment I walked into the room ran and re-ran through my head. Beginning to end. It was wonderful. It was heaven. I could feel Brad’s breathe on my ear. He kissed the top of it and whispered in a sexy irresistible voice, “Charlie”
“I... I...” He’d done it again. He’d left me tongue-tied.
I could feel him climbing on top of me. Skin on skin. That made me open my eyes. We were skin on skin. Our clothes