Victoriously Bright, Astrid R [best young adult book series .TXT] 📗

still can’t understand.

I ignored his weird acts, “So… you said that you’d observed that I’m new on this trans caller thingy and to be honest, you’re absolutely right. I don’t know how to get back to the real world.” I asked and he nodded, listening to me eagerly. “What will happen if I can’t get back home? Is that means I’ll be stuck in this place?”

He nodded and for the first time, I saw a sincere apologetic look in his eyes. Panic flashed through me, “What?! Are you serious? You’re not joking!?” I blubbered in questions and he just gave me a sorry look.

No! This couldn’t be. I don’t want to be stuck in this place with a hot stranger! Though he’s handsome but a stranger is always been a stranger. Well, except if we become friends?

I looked around and looked up to meet his eyes, “How can I get back to the real world? Is there anything that I can do to be in my world again?” I asked hoping that he has a solution to my problem.

He nodded and relieved wash through me, “There is a solution. But it’s kind of complicated and I’m pretty sure that you’re pretty face will vanished within a second if you’ll do it.” He was all serious now and he looks more handsome if he wasn’t being a dick.

I encourage him to say it and I freeze in my spot when he said the words that I haven’t expected him to say. “Kill yourself.”

My heart was pounding loudly; my breathing was hectically in and out of my nostrils. My eyes were too heavy to open. “Is there any other solution to help me get back to my world?” My eyes watered and my tears betrayed me.

Fighting back a sob, he put a couple of fingers on my chin and lifted it up so that I was looking him in the eyes. “I’m sorry but that’s the only solution for a trans caller.” He paused and I lowered my gaze, “There is another solution. You need to touch the person that you walk with in dreams.”

I quickly looked back to his eyes, “How? I already touched you a couple hours ago.” I exclaimed and he smiled a little.

“KISS ME.”

And without a doubt, I tiptoed to reach his lips and he lowered his head for me. Our lips met and our mouths moving in sync. His lips feels so soft in mine, it tasted so sweet like a strawberry. I snaked my arms at the back of his neck and push myself closer to deepen the kiss. His hand that was rested on my hips brings me closer and I felt like our lips were made for each other.

A fog that comes from nowhere blocked my view of his face and slowly the surroundings were fading and the last thing that I heard is that he whispered in my ear, “Goodbye, my angel.” Then a sound of alarm clock buzzing into my ears.

Chapter Seven - Concerned Father

I am so glad that I was back into reality, in the real world; alive, breathing, fresh, blinking and healthy. Well, I’m not too sure of me being healthy though. I guess seeing things, dreaming like it was the last day of my life and being a bitch in a small mistake is not healthy at all. Everything was strange to me. There were lots of questions that I need answers but I don’t know who, what where, how could I get all those answers from. It makes me cranky thinking about it and it feels like my head is going to explode any minute.

Sitting in my father’s office makes my problem worst. I have no idea that I was screaming while sleeping – the one that I was in my dream or someone’s dream. My father was terrified because as a uniter, we never scream like a high pitch siren that could break everyone’s eardrum. My mother called the doctor and checked on me but he said that I am normal and healthy and my parents should not worry too much about it. But my dad is too fretful to pass this by. So, here I am looking at my parents, bored and sleepy eyes while theirs were worried concerned, caring and I am grateful that they didn’t act like cold-heartless parents but a loving and caring one. But the thing is I was now irritated and impatiently waiting for them to release me and let me rest in my room.

“What happened, sweet cheeks?” My dad said in 6th times now, his voice was full of concern and his eyebrows knitted together.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mum said looking at me like I was still her baby girl. I hate it when she looked at me like that. It feels like she doesn’t want me to be an adult. Her eyes were watering and I’m pretty sure if she will close her eyes, tears will flow down on her rosy cheeks.

In our family my mum and my brother is the crying-like-a-baby one. When my brother was still lived in this house we normally watched movie every weekend and when the movie is a little bit sad, Lionel and mum cries like non-stop for two hours. I swear if you didn’t comforted them they will not stop crying and calm their self.

I hold mums hand and hugged her, “Aww… Mum, I’m fine. I just need some rest.” I pulled up and look her in the eye, “I will tell you everything about it tomorrow.” Looking to dad’s direction, “I promise.”

At first, dad’s stubbornness almost takes over his brain but luckily, he give up and kissed my forehead. “Okay sweet cheeks, good night. Your mum and I love you.” He hugged me tightly and for the second time of my life, I feel protected and whole again.

“I know and I love you both.” I murmured in dad’s chest.

“If you need anything you know where our room is.” I’m not actually a daddy’s girl. Dad and I were not that close but when my life becomes upside down, he become more protective concerned and I felt the love between our relationship as father and daughter.

“Thank you guys,” I whispered and walked back to my room.

I walked to my balcony and watch the stars sparkling in the sky. My thoughts wonder about the weird things that happen tonight; the handsome vampire who followed me around the party, the duplicate of Dina, and the dreams about Mr crazy-chortler.

Damn, his body is so real. I felt like I’m touching a real flesh in my hands and the kiss. The kiss is so sweet like I was on cloud nine, his lips were so soft and his muscles was real. I could hear his heartbeat. I swear, those moments didn’t felt like a dream.

 I embrace my body closer to my robe when the cool breeze touches my skin. I walked back to my room and closed the door. I reached out for my phone and realise that I have 2 missed calls and 3 messages. I pounded my password into the screen and groan when I saw the name. Clifford Arnault 2 missed calls and 3 messages. I open the first message and it says: ‘Aisha, where are you?’ I opened the next message.

‘I couldn’t find you at the party so I went home to pack my things.’ And the last one:

‘I’m so excited for tomorrow in France, I hope we can make friends in the campus and learn some powers. Good night Aisha. <3’

Don’t get me wrong, Clifford is such a handsome lad that every girls in our school will melt just to see him. His family is a werewolf and my father and his were bestfriend. Clifford is such a sweet and friendly guy but the thing is we’re always fighting when heconfesses his feeling for me. I told him a hundredth time that I can’t guarantee to love him back because his like brother to me. But his skull is too thick to plug my words in to his brain.

I put aside my phone and let myself relax in my bed. I let my eyes closed and welcome back the darkness.

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Walking downstairs, feeling dizzy and sick is not a good mood to travel especially up high. Everyone was standing straight downstairs with their sweet and friendly smiles and I can’t walk properly because of my headache.

“Good morning, Princess.” Everyone greeted me in sync.

“Aisha, please.” I said looking at them with annoyance.

Seriously, who call their boss a princess? We aren’t living in a castle, though our house looks like one. But still, it didn’t sound cool to me.

Everyone’s head was up and looking at me with pure shock on their faces, except Dina.

“Good morning, Ms Aisha.” Everyone said again but there was a little uncomfortable in their voices. Maybe because they are used to call me princess since I was little and now it just feels old fashion to me and I don’t want to be boring, so why not change it?

“Good morning!” I said grinning at them like an old Aisha that smiles every day.

I heard someone whispered, “Jesus! She’s smiling at us again.” The others said, “Oh, thank God. I thought I will never ever see her smile since Prince Lionel left.” And some of them agreed to her.

I don’t want them to be scared at me if I turn my back and face the gossipers, so I just keep walking and rubbing my temple. I swear, I felt like in any minute my head would blow up.

“Good morning, sweet cheeks.” Dad greeted me and I almost bump at him.

I put up my Hollywood smile, “Oh, hey dad! How’s your morning?” I kissed him on the cheek and mum appeared in my side.

“Very well, how do you feel sweet cheeks?” dad asked and mum interrupted me.

“You can talk to Aisha later Jacob. We should get going now, or she will be late.” Mum guide me to the door and into the drive way – where our body guards was lined up.

We walked silently and dad whispered something to Glenn. Glenn wave his hand and all of the guards was separated, some went to the limo and others went to the different cars that dad bought it for them. You see, my dad is not a greedy selfish man but he is helpful and caring to those people who are loyal to him. That’s why everyone inside and outside our house loves him. And I am proud of him as my father.

We entered the limo and we are greeted by two lovely ladies, “Good morning, Lord Jacob, Queen Aila and Princess Aisha.”

I rubbed my temple again, feeling sicker than earlier hearing ‘princess’, it’s too annoying.

“Please call me Aisha.” I commanded walking to the seats.

My mum and dad were shocked and so were the two ladies to my command. My dad hate it if everyone will call me in a simple Miss Aisha but right now, I really don’t care. He can shout at me all the way to the airport anytime he want, just scratch the ‘princess’ name.

Mum and dad sat across the table and ordered drinks to the two ladies and I ordered beef lasagne.