Demon's Touch - Book Two: The Fateful Choice

Ingrid Lilleland

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Set in a land far away. A Demon's Touch is an action-packed romance about faith, trust, and how your childhood defines who you are when you grow up, and how just one choice can either lift you up or break you into small pieces. Tamila is faced with the most difficult choice of her lifetime, she has to choose one person to be her 24/7 bodyguard and by doing that, she protects the demons. Minutes before she was going to die, it failed twice. What other option do they have other than risking getting caught? Realising she might get a new life, a new chance, she accepts it even though she knows she has no choice.

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• Romance

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 mars 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528908542
• Langue: English

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A Demon’s Touch - Book Two: The Fateful Choice
Ingrid Lilleland
Austin Macauley Publishers
2018-03-30
A Demon’s Touch - Book Two: The Fateful Choice About the Author Copyright Information © Acknowledgements Chapter 1 I Choose the Worst Person in the Whole World Chapter 2 Garden of Eve Chapter 3 Garden of Adam Chapter 4 Complications Chapter 5 Curses Chapter 6 A Fire Is Beginning Chapter 7 Mr X Chapter 8 Liar, Liar Pants on Fire Chapter 9 Evil Chapter 10 Wren Chapter 11 Pathiel Chapter 12 The Contract Chapter 13 A Fire Out of Control Chapter 14 Glimmer Chapter 15 Wren Chapter 16 Pathiel Chapter 17 Seth Chapter 18 Pathiel Chapter 19 Revelation Chapter 20 Pathiel Chapter 21 Tamila Chapter 22 When One Door Closes, Another Opens
About the Author
Ingrid is 21 turning 22 years old and is currently in her second year of her bachelor honours degree in Creative Writing and English Literature in England. Her first book, ‘A Demon’s Touch’ came out the 31st of January 2017. She spends her free time together with good friends or reading, drawing or writing.
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Ingrid Lilleland (2018)
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Acknowledgements
I would like to give my thanks to everyone who has helped and supported me with their time and care, A special thanks goes to my father, Karl Magnor, and my mother, Jane Kristine.
Chapter 1

I Choose the Worst Person in the Whole World
The smell of lavender and roses hits my nostrils. I am in a huge garden surrounded by beautiful flowers, it has a small white fence in the middle, and a small circle of stones protects a huge tree. The branches are silver with small golden objects hanging down. They look like oranges. I stretch my hand out, take one down and take a bite, suddenly the dream dissolves, and I’m in the same garden! But everything is grey and dead, the beautiful tree I saw a small moment ago is gone, replaced by a fire. The branches are burning brightly. I feel cold and alone, like I assume Eve did when she was chased out of God’s garden.
“This is what happens, when you break the rules.”
I turn around, I can’t even tell who it is that is talking to me, the creature is nothing more than skin and bones, a shadow of a being, it is almost like a ghost had a child with a skeleton. The creature points a bony finger at me. Opening its mouth, an enormous two-headed snake comes out towards me, opening its mouth ready to take a bite out of me. In its gap, I see burning flames.
“For that, you are sentenced to die,” the creature’s other head tells me. I scream.
My eyes open quickly; I see no one. For a moment, I think that I am all alone, I gasp as my hand touches something, cold as steel. I turn my head, and I see an iron fence, like the ones used on cribs and small infants’ beds, to prevent them from falling out. Though this is not for keeping me from falling out, it’s to keep me from touching the person that is behind it. I glare at the back of the person’s head. I wished that I could just change the person that I had chosen earlier today.
“You could just cut the thread, I would not mind,” he smugly said. Damn, I was sure he was asleep.
“But if I do, I’ll die,” I protested and hammered on the steel fence, to punctuate every word. Suddenly he grips my wrists, holds them tightly.
“Exactly, then I would be finished with this damn job.” His red eyes glaring angrily at me, even though his voice is soft like a whisper.
“Let go, please. You’re hurting me,” I pleaded, but it was a plea to deaf ears. He would not listen. I realised at that moment that he was dangerous, and a person not to anger more than necessary.
“Good, remember that... Bitch,” he snarled and released my wrists. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, I could hear the water was running. I looked at my wrists, there was a red mark on each of my wrists, and his hand was imprinted on my skin, a small battle before the marks disappeared.
My mind wandered to earlier when I chose him, I had never thought that what they had said was true. That he was wild sometimes had been an understatement. Was someone like this even suited to be a protector? I cannot remember having seen any emotion on his face ever since I was stuck with him, other than disgust and anger. He walked out of the bathroom again, fully clothed and with a white towel on his head, he looked cute, and somewhat childish because of the strands of wet hair that poked out, spared from the towel.
“You’re not finished?” was all he said as he looked at me, the disgust was showing clearly on his face. “Five minutes,” he said sternly and jerked his thumb towards the bathroom. “Or I will cut the thread,” he added and started to dry his hair with the towel.
I bolted up and hurried as fast as I could. I managed to be finished just in time, or maybe he stretched the time for me. He let out a sigh as if I was a big burden for him. “Come on, the others are down eating already,” he said and closed the phone with his index finger. It was one of those Japanese models. I nodded and followed after him down to the kitchen. He was right, the others were already seated; huge amounts of food were on the table: eggs, bacon, toast, milk, jam, honey and many other things.
“Morning, Tamila. Slept well?” Alvaro asked and laughed as he looked at my bodyguard. For me, he felt more like a prison guard. I am sentenced to this pain. His sister glared at him, and I guessed she kicked him because he uttered, “Ouch, that hurt,” and reached down to rub his leg.
My mind began to spin on when I chose him, while I sat down, took a piece of bread, and picked up the butter knife.
“I choose, Pathiel.” I had decided that what was best for me was someone that I partly knew, especially when I had to live a normal life, according to what Luco had told me. Still, this was something that was new to me. In reality, I should have been dead right now, but after a fault from the demons themselves, I was alive.
The rest of the demons – Alvaro, Zareena, Luco and Miklos – were silent as if they had hoped that I had chosen them instead. Therefore, I was surprised when they started to laugh. Alvaro even fell off his chair. “You. Chose him, oh god... He is even worse than me, and that is something, coming from me,” he said almost out of breath from laughing, but even so, he continued to laugh.
“Oh, hush she would find out sooner or later by herself why did you have to spoil it?” Zareena said and swatted him with a big pillow.
I glanced at Pathiel. He looked calm and said nothing; he only looked at the floor, as if this was boring him to death. Was this so uninteresting to him? Maybe he had hoped that I had taken someone else. My train of thought stopped; someone had placed their hand on my shoulder. It was Luco. “Take care, he can be a bit… wild sometimes,” he said and gave me a wry, almost apologising smile.
Luco took out a long red thread, he tied the end of it to my wrist, the other he tied to Pathiel’s wrist. “If this thread is cut, the agreement is ended, and you die, the only way to cut it is with special scissors that only one person knows where they are,” Luco said and looked at Pathiel.
“Do you know where they are?” I asked and looked timidly at Pathiel.