Guys

Dave, Lev, Drew, Aza, Clint, Toby and Gor,

You guys don't need a mate who goes all emo after she goes feral on her alpha. I know you're all gonna argue, say that you love me no matter what, that I probably had good reason for it... But I don't deserve it, and I didn't. I'm just a stupid fucking loser. You deserve a hell of a lot better than that. You always will.

I'm sorry,
Kat

Frost

Babygirl,
I gained everything I ever wanted the day you were born. Everything else is icing on the cake. I know I'm gone far too much of the time, but knowing I have you to come home to.. Makes it easier to deal with.
Your gift... I absolutely love it, babygirl. I really do. It's easily the best one I've gotten.

Love,
Dad

Dad

Dad,

What do you get a man who has everything he wants? Who has money, fancy clothes, fancy cars...How can you get something? I wanted my gift to be unique... Something that came from the heart...

I love you, daddy... You're always there for me when I need it. You hold me in your arms and I know that I'll be safe forever. Even if we're just going for a run in our lion forms... I'll always be safe around you. I know that you're super protective of me and that I'm "daddy's little girl". I try not to be a bother on you... To ask you to buy me a lot of stuff or to take me places when I can take the city bus or ride my bike. It's hard when you're gone--but I was there on the 1000 episode of RAW and you looked so happy to be with Shawn and the other members of DX. I had on my DX shirt and gear... I hope that you have a good 43rd (if you switch the numbers around, you'd be 34 again!)-- birthday.

Love,
Frost

Frost

BabyGirl,
       I don't like being gone so much of the time... Not when I'm missing the hell out of you. You're always going to be my babygirl, Frost. I know there's always going to be father-daughter dances, and I'll be damn sure to make it to more of them. And more of your soccer games, and TKD practices. As for dates and potential boyfriends... They'll never be quite good enough. Not for you.
      You're you. That's all I want and love in you. And you most definitely aren't a freak, nor will you ever be. If anyone tells you otherwise, screw 'em. They don't know you. To me, you will always be cool.

I love you always, babygirl.

Love,
Dad

Dad from Frost

You're gone a lot of the time, so I guess I don't have any room to complain... You're my father... I know that you love me. But if I get close to you, then you're just going to be gone... It's hard... Watching you on the TV...

There's always going to be father/daughter dances... There's going to be plenty of time for you to scare away my dates or my potential boyfriend... I don't know what to tell you, daddy. I know you miss me when you're not at home... You're going to walk me down the aisle someday when I get married...

I know I'm only 10... I shouldn't have much to worry about, right? I should be out playing with my friends, talking with boys, whining that I don't have what "the other girls have". But honestly? I don't want what the other girls have... Not until I'm 16. I don't want a cell phone yet...I'm happy without an Ipod or MP3... Or having all the name brand jeans (Aunt Cherry can make those)...

Maybe I do have a talent with making jewelry, drawing, and art... Maybe I am smart for my age. Does it make me a "freak"? Sure as heck does. Maybe I like all those video games. Maybe I like going hunting. Maybe I like Pokemon and trading cards. Does that make me a nerd? Heck. Yes. Do I like playing MMORPG games online and doing graphic design? Yeah, I do. Just because I have talent...it doesn't make me special. Does it make me unique? Maybe. Mom is so much better at doing everything. She was better at drawing and everything that I'm doing now when she was 7 years old. Mom has amazing skills... I'm not trying to be like her.

Do I have a (un)healthy obsession with Peace signs for my bedroom with soccer? Nah. Never.
Do I have a healthy obsession with Tinkerbell and Mickie Mouse for my bathroom? Nah.

Do I mind babysitting Jayden or Ayva? No, I don't. I don't whine or complain because (not only does mom scare me on that), but I see no point. I see no point in arguing about doing chores when I like doing them. It gives me something to do. (Coming from a 10 year old...). Do I care I only get paid 10$ allowance? No.

I'm not spoiled. I'm not popular at school like Liam is... I play soccer and I do things that I enjoy. Maybe... I let Alex influence me a little... I still do commissions for him.
Unlike other kids, I actually think my parents are cool and I enjoy hanging out with them

I love you, daddy,
Frost

Another chapter

August 27^th—First Day of School

Frost:

                My alarm gave out a shrill brring noise as my hand shot out from where it was resting underneath my body as I slammed it off. Considering my arm and hand were asleep, I did a good job shutting my alarm up. I rolled over and dug deeper into my blankets, unwilling to realize that summer was over.

                My alarm blared again 5 minutes later as I slapped it and got up. My movements were slow as I made my way over to my bathroom. I turned on the shower and got in and it took me a few minutes to realize that I still had on my nightshirt and underwear. I took them off and finished my shower, nearly falling asleep. I would be going into the 6^th grade today.

                I turned the water off as I groped for my towel—which was hanging on the towel peg next to the shower. I snatched it as I wrapped it around me as I made my way over to the sink. I was still half asleep and the lights were off. I groped around for my toothbrush and paste as I started to brush my teeth sleepily.

                After nearly falling asleep again while brushing my teeth, I left my bathroom and toweled off. The morning sun started to filter in through my curtains—which I had left open last night—same with my window. Dropping the towel, I wandered over to my closet and pulled out the first two things that I came in contact with. Which was a pair of blue and white plaid Arizona shorts and my old Batman hockey shirt with a tank top underneath. I wandered over to my dresser and grabbed my peace sign training bra and underwear.

                After putting my clothes on, I jammed my feet into a pair of socks and then my converse shoes—which I’ve had since I was about 8. I was still the same shoe size, too. My hair was in a low side pony today; I put my earrings in, along with my rings and jelly bracelets, not to mention the bracelet Alex got me. I looked at the multi-gemstone, shiny bracelet and blushed, remembering when he gave it to me. He had brought me to my 3^rd orgasm as he rested me on his bed and we had just finished showering. He brought over a box that said Zales as I opened it. I knew it wasn’t cheap, so I told him I couldn’t take it. After some convincing (meaning more orgasms), I told him I’d keep it.

                I told Alex that I would still be doing commissions during the school year. I made A LOT of money over the summer and it’s all in savings. Glancing over at my alarm, I found it to be 7.00. I grabbed my bag and made my way downstairs where I saw the others eating breakfast.

                I sat at the table and grabbed some French toast and eggs, pouring myself some milk as Liam came bouncing into the dining room, a huge grin on his face.

                “SENIOR YEAR, BABY!” He exclaimed, pumping his fist into the air as we all laughed. His eyes roved over me as he plopped next to me.

                “Lookin’ pretty sharp, sis. You gonna impress Alex?” He teased as I threw a piece of French toast at him.

                “No, Liam. I’m not!”

Breakfast went off without a hitch. School starts at 8am, so when I glanced at the clock, it was 7.20. I grabbed my bag and started to head for my bus stop. I didn’t have to wait very long… About 10 minutes. I heard the bus coming as it stopped in front of me, doors opening as I stepped inside. Seeing as I was the last stop, all of the spots were full as I glanced around as I sat next to my best friend, Riza Hawkeye. She’s Japanese; she’s skipping a grade also. We’re both going to be in the 6^th grade!

                “I heard you did commissions for ALEX SINCLAIR this summer!” She exclaimed, fully turned to face me as I laughed.

                “I still am”

                “He’s so cute!”

A girl who’s sitting in front of us, turned around. She has glasses and is a little over weight (meaning she has a belly).

                “Who?” Her voice quiet and shy

                “Alex Sinclair” I mention as she nodded

                “He is cute. My name is Raina.” She introduced

                “I’m Frost and this is Riza…It’s nice to meet you. I’ve never seen you around here… Are you new?” I introduced and asked my accent showing.

                “I just moved here from L.A” She replied

                “Quite a move. I’m from Tokyo” Riza shared.

Riza moved to the States in the 1^st grade and we became best friends.

                “That’s cool. You love in Houston your whole life?” Raina asked as I nodded.

The bus pulled up to the school a few minutes later as kids shuffled off. Us three headed inside and to the 6^th grade wing. We went to find our assigned lockers as Riza and I grinned at each other. Ours were next to each other. Raina was a few lockers down from us as we unpacked our bags, putting them in our lockers.

                “I can’t wait until Junior High!” Riza exclaimed.

                “Boys?”

She nodded and then shrugged.

                “That, and more challenging stuff”

                “If you want challenging, you should apply for Underwood Academy”

                “My parents actually did. They shot that idea down”

I didn’t ask as we made our way to our homeroom. We have all of our classes together—which is awesome. We even have them all with Raina.

                Sometime around lunch, we all found a table in the lunch room. I had a slice of cheese pizza, a piece of buttered bread, a carton of milk, fruit, and beef stroganoff. Riza had brought a lunch from home. Sushi, a rice ball, some Odon, and water. She ate with chopsticks. Raina had beef stroganoff and milk with bread.

                “Make any friends yet?” Riza asked as she took a bite from her sushi as Raina shook her head.

                “No. I’m not popular”

                “Neither are we” I announced, taking a huge bite out of the beef stroganoff.

                “You’re not?” She asked as we shook our heads.

I watched Raina eat her food, taking small bites. She had short blonde hair and glasses. Like I said before, she had glasses and a belly.

                “Do you know who her parents are? Her dad is Triple H, her mom is the lead singer of LoLiTa” Riza asked as she shook her head.

                “No. But I do watch wrestling and I like the band” she admitted

                “Could you keep that a secret? About whom my parents are?” I requested as Riza rolled her eyes.

                “The whole school knows who your parents are, Ice”

                “Ice?” Raina questioned

                “My nickname she came up for me” I explained as she nodded.

                “We have soccer practice and Tae-Kwon-Do today after school” Riza announced as I nodded. I’m a green belt, Riza is a purple belt. (meaning I’m a belt ahead of her)

                “How do you find time for all that?” Raina asked.

                “We don’t have much going on… Well, I don’t” Riza stated.

                “We also take a pottery/ceramics class at the university too with Mary Washington”

Mary Washington is an elderly lady who owns a huge art shop downtown. It’s very popular and over the summer, I went in and helped her run it. I go in after school sometimes and I go in on the weekends. She’s in her 70’s, walks with a cane, and can put anybody in their place—she’s a very respectable lady. She also teaches an art class at the university part time.

                “If you join Tae-Kwon-Do, it helps lose weight… Not that you are” Riza explained, flushing a little in embarrassment.

                “I’ll have to ask my parents…”

We talked for a few more minutes as we all ate our lunch, laughing. Somehow, I knew that we just made a new friend. Lunch was soon over as we all headed back to class.

                The rest of the day went by in a blur as I watched Raina pack her backpack.

                “You in any sports?” I asked as she shook her head, shouldering her strap as she closed it.

                “I’m in band and choir” We walked towards the gym, Riza munching on a pop tart as she walked besides us.

                “Talk to your mom about joining Tae-Kwon-Do” She nodded as we parted ways. We made our way to the locker rooms as we changed into our soccer uniforms.

                “Raina’s nice” Riza suddenly announced as I nodded, pulling my uniform shirt over my head as she pulled on her shorts.

                “You talking about Raina Williams?” Summer O’Malley asked as we nodded.

                “Yeah. You know anything about her?” She nodded as we finished getting dressed. I sat on the bench to tie my shoes.

Everybody on the soccer team has become a sort of “Family”. We all stick together. Summers popular, but not the bitchy kind of popular; she has money, but she doesn’t flaunt it. Her father is the Mayer of Houston.

                “Yeah. Her mom is a lawyer and her father is a judge. She just moved here from L.A. Lives in that house that just got sold on Dallas Ave”

                “You mean that one with the fountain out front?” Riza asked as Summer nodded

Dallas Ave is famous for having most of the rich people live there. Most of the popular kids at our school live on Dallas Ave.

                “That’s the one. She’s the baby of the family. 3 older sisters and 2 brothers. The brothers are graduated, The oldest sister is a senior, a freshman, and a sophomore”

                “How do you know all this?” Riza asked as we made our way to the soccer field

Summer made like she was offended before laughing.

                “My mother. She has to have her nose in everybody’s business—especially if they’re new”

Ah Yes. Mrs. O’Malley. One of the best prosecuting attorneys in Houston. She knows things about people that would make your hair turn white. Well, practice went good. James ran us hard, but I wasn’t going to whimper out.

                When practice was over at 4.30 (School gets out at 2.15), we all made our way back into the locker rooms to change. Riza and I have Tae-Kwon-Do until 6.15 and Riza’s parents usually pick us up.

                “Oh. Another thing about Raina” Summer called as we stopped and faced her.

                “Her old hag of a grandmother lives with them. She’s VERY judgmental and always talks down to her. Calling her fat and a little piggy; that’s probably why you see her eating so little.” I digested Summer's words and felt myself growing angry. Looking over at Riza, I found her in the same boat. We thanked Summer and left.

                “Hey. The Tae-Kwon-Do place is near Dallas Ave… Let’s go pay her a visit after practice” Riza suggested.

                “We should. I mean… she DID forget her History book!” I grinned, pulling her book from my bag, Riza grinned.

                Tae-Kwon-Do went good. The tournament for belts is tomorrow night and I couldn’t wait. Riza called her parents and told them that we would walk home. They told her that they would meet her half way.

                Once in our regular clothes, we walked towards Raina’s house. Once there, I lifted my hand and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opened. A middle aged women with brown hair in a bun and brown eyes opened the door.

                “May I help you?” She asked

                “We’re friends of Raina’s and she forgot her history book at school” I told her as she smiled.

                “Frost and Riza, right?” She asked

                “Correct, Ma’am”

 She lead upstairs to Raina’s room and left. I was going to knock—but we heard her grandmother.

                “You’re so forgetful! So stupid! I bet you ate all that greasy food, didn’t you? You’re a piggy!” Her condescending voice rang out. That’s it! I barged in and found Raina sitting at her desk, her grandmother hovering over her.

                “You’re a bitter old witch!” Riza snarled. I walked over to Raina and handed her the book.

                “Excuse me?!” Her grandmother gasped

                “You heard her. You have no right to say those things to Rai” I snapped

                “Who do you think you care?!” She exclaimed

                “Her friends. We’ll know if you say anything demeaning to Rai. Maybe you need to get a reality check, old women!” Riza snapped. I gripped Rai’s shoulder. Riza was very angry right now. And when she’s like that, she’s not very respectable to whomever she’s angry with.

                “Why I never!” She gasped as I covered Riza’s mouth.

                “Be nice or don’t say anything at all. Go knit something. You’re just a bitter old women and you’re taking it out on Rai” I calmly stated. I turned to Rai.

                “My address and a phone number you can reach me at is on a piece of paper in your book. We’ll see you tomorrow!” We waved as she nodded.

                Once we left her house, we looked at each other.

                “Whoa!” We simultaneously breathed out, shocked.

                “Summer was right”

                “She usually is”

                We started walking as we parted ways about half way down the road. About a mile and a half later, a limo pulled up next to me as the tinted window rolled down—Alex.

                “You know…It’s dangerous for little girls to be walking in the dark” he informed me, voice husky.

                “Oh yeah? You gonna give me a ride home?” I asked.

He opened the door as I climbed in as he tapped the privacy window as the limo moved forward. His driver was mute. My bag was on the floor as I straddled his lap. We both looked at each other before he leaded up to kiss me. My hands rested on his shoulders as I kissed him back. I felt his hands trail down my back as we pulled back.

                “I have a commission for you. The client wants to give it as a Christmas present to their spouse” He informed me, lips trailing down my neck as I shivered.

                “Don’t start something you have no way of finishing” I warned him, my hands undoing his tie. I could tell it was a new Armani suit. I mentally rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything.

                A few hours passed as I shut my science book—finally finished with all my homework (Okay… I got caught up in drawing). Some days, I wish I was in high school. I looked at the time and found it to be 10.30. What’s one drawing? I mused. But one drawing turned into two, and two turned into four. The time was 12.55am and I didn’t realize it, but with my charcoal pencil in my hand, I fell asleep—right on top of the sketch I was drawing for my father’s birthday.

Random dinner pictures and ducks!

Made stir fry chicken and steamed rice for dinner for me and the folks today. My only complaint? I should have marinated the chicken overnight before cutting it up and cooking it.

Anyway, here's photos!

If anyone would like the recipe, leave a request in the comments, and I'll post it sometime this week.

Duckies!

Alex

I groaned as I rolled over onto my side as sunlight filtered into my room. I opened my eyes, blinking blurrily; I yawned as I looked at my alarm—which read 9.35am. I moaned, rolled back over and pulled my pillow over my head. Today is Saturday, meaning that I have chores to do. Seeing as I couldn’t get back to sleep, I figured I might as well get up. Tossing the covers off, I slowly made my way to my bathroom. Without turning the lights on, I turned my shower on and got in.

                Once I finished showering, I brushed my teeth and ran a brush through my hair. After braiding it, I walked back into my room and got dressed. It was nothing fancy—a pair of peace sign shorts (Peace sign on the back pockets) and a Hello Kitty tank top. I made my way downstairs to find Shawn cleaning up from breakfast.

                “Save me any?” I asked as he motioned to the oven. Breakfast is usually around 8am, but during the school year, it’s at 7am. I opened the oven and took out my breakfast. He had made something simple—eggs and hash browns with a side of fruit. I grabbed glass of milk and sat at the kitchen table—enjoying the quietness.

                Chores are broken up by how many kids there are in the house. There’s cleaning the house/doing laundry, cleaning the stables/mowing the lawn (Front and back), weeding the garden, etc. (That’s for summer time. In the Winter, it’s shoveling the sidewalks, etc). Seeing as its only me and Liam doing chores, we switch off every weekend. This weekend, it’s my turn to clean the house and do the laundry.

                If you’ve seen our house, its frickin HUGE! I don’t have to clean every room unless asked, but I have to clean the hall bathrooms, the guest bedrooms (just tidy up), vacuum the carpeted areas of the house, Swiffer the hardwood floors, wash windows, etc. With the laundry, there are baskets with people’s names and whatever’s in there, I wash. It gives me something do do—at least I’m not outside in the heat like Liam.

                Half-way into the afternoon, Liam came in all sweaty, shirt off, and smelling of fresh cut grass, and stable.

                “I’m finally DONE!” he declared, plopping onto one of the kitchen stools, downing the water I sat in front of him.

                By the time 2 o’clock rolled around, I was officially done with my chores. I wasn’t all sweaty like Liam. I wasn’t really sweaty at all. Liam was upstairs taking a nap after a very long shower.

                “I’m going to the grocery store… Do you want anything?” Shawn asked, standing in the threshold of the living room. I shook my head; then thought about it.

                “You going to Costco?” I asked as he nodded. I stood up;

                “I’ll go with you”

I went and gathered my bag from my room and we took his truck. We made our way to Costco as we grabbed two carts. He handed me a list and smiled.

                “You see something you like, don’t hesitate to grab it” He said as we split up.

At Costco, you can buy things in bulk—seeing as our family is so darn HUGE, we HAVE to buy in bulk. I looked at the list Shawn gave me as I went down the different isles, grabbing this and that. I went and grabbed a few gallons of milk—(We have another extra duty fridge out in the garage)—and yogurt, cream cheese, and a huge tub of ice cream—Getting one of everybody’s favorite flavor. I was making room for more groceries when I heard my name, so I looked up.

                “Hello, Frost!” It was my soccer coach, James Brooks.

                “Hello, Mr. Brooks” I greeted. His daughter, Ally was with him and she’s in the same grade I am and she’s popular.

                “How are you today?” He asked.

                “Good. Yourself?”

                “Can’t complain. I hear you’re skipping 5^th grade for 6^th?” Chuckling, I nodded. Ally watched me, playing with one of the necklaces I made.

                “I’ll see you at practice today then? Weather permitting? If it rains, then don’t bother to show up…” He chuckled as I nodded.

I watched them walk off and finished shopping. I’m not going to tell you how much groceries were, but let’s just say they filled the entire bed of the truck as well as the backseat. When we got home, we hauled in the groceries. When Shawn’s back started to hurt, I told him I’d take care of putting away the groceries and making dinner. When I was putting away groceries, I heard a loud explosion of thunder and then the rain came down. Guess I won’t be going to soccer practice today I dryly thought.

                I finished putting away the groceries as I opened the freezer, eyes grazing the contents. What to make for dinner… I asked myself as I found 2 packages of Stoffer’s lasagna. I took them out, turned the oven on 400 degrees, put them on cookie sheets and shoved them in the oven. It wasn’t a home cooked meal, but it was easy. I busied myself with setting the table. I made sure that the bread, butter, and apple sauce was out on the table. The only one’s home were Mark, Shawn, Glenn, Liam, Jay, Shannon, Az, Cherry, Criss, Kura, and myself. Everybody else was on the road.

                Honestly, I don’t see what the big deal is about doing chores and stuff. Personally, I find them relaxing and it gives me something to do. I mean, I get paid an allowance of $10—sometimes $20 if I do a good job on my chores. I don’t have a cell phone, I don’t have a debt/credit card, I don’t have an email, I do, however, have a Mac computer. I don’t have my navel, tongue, eyebrow, nose, or lip pierced. I have my ears pierced, though. Just twice. The lobe and above; I’m only 10—I still go outside and “play”. I don’t whine about having to babysit my younger siblings or when something doesn’t go my way. I don’t spend hours on the phone!

                Just because my parents are famous (especially my mom), doesn’t mean I’m spoiled rotten. The only reason I have a Mac computer is because I spent too much time on the main “Community” one in the man cave drawing and such. Now, I have my new tablet hooked up to it and I’m happily drawing away! I use my computer for playing RP games and for playing Diablo a lot. Yes. I’m a nerd!

                The lasagna was done as I called everybody to dinner. It was an early one—but I didn’t care.

                “Wow, sis! Enough to feed a small army!” Liam complemented, grinning.

I laughed.

                “Bro, you could eat all this by yourself!” I teased as he stuck his tongue out. Everybody dished up as my dad walked in, plopped next to me and made himself a plate.

                “Did you make dessert?” Liam asked as I shook my head.

To be honest, I really don’t mind my parents being on the road. They’re out doing what they love to do, and I know that they miss me—I miss them too.

                “Your turn to wash dishes, Liam” Mark reminded him as he nodded, mouth full of food. Liam had work at 5pm until 2am. He works at Buffalo Wild Wings and he loves it.

                Dinner was chatty—not as loud as it usually is, but it was enough. Once dinner was over—nothing was left in the lasagna containers. So once Liam and I finished clearing the table and wiping it off, I threw them away.

                “Shit! I have to work at 5!”

                “Go.”

                “I owe you”

He kissed my head before leaving—already changed into his work clothes. I shook my head and started rinsing the dishes so I could put them in the dishwasher.  

                “Liam had to work at 5. He’ll owe me” I informed Mark as he sighed, nodding.

                Once I finished with the dishes, I put them away and went up to my room. I was only 4.58pm; once in my room, I found Jay in my huge bean bag chair, the TV on.

                “Did your dad turn it on?” I asked as he nodded. It was on some cartoon movie. I needed to get to work on the orders for the jewelry, so I sat at my new desk and got started.

                A few hours later, my head snapped up when a loud knock came from my door. I looked over and found Jay under my blanket—he didn’t even wake up. I got up and opened my door, finding my father standing on the other end.

                “What?” I asked, kind of annoyed that I was interrupted. I was almost done, too.

                “Were you showering?” My dad asked as I shook my head.

                “No. I was making jewelry and got absorbed. What’s wrong?” I asked

                “Wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie?” He asked as I shrugged.

                “Not really”

                “Alex is here!” Cherry’s voice rang out as we made our way downstairs.

               Alex is in his mid-30’s, short black hair, sharp blue eyes and a deep, rough, southern accent. He used to work construction (Owned his own company) before he owned his company now. He’s not married and has a drool worthy body. Oh yeah; he also has that bad boy smile. He is most definitely straight. He’s also a tiger were.

                “Ms. Frost, Paul” He greeted as they shook hands, I nodded my head.

                “What can I do for you, Alex?” I murmured, eyes watching him. His lips tipped into a smile.

                “Let’s talk” I nodded, leading him into Mark’s office. He set his brief case next to him as he said. I sat on the edge of his desk.

                “One of my clients saw the rug you did and was wondering if you’d make another one—only bigger”

                “How much bigger?”

                “Two times bigger”

                “Oh Alex!”

He liked how that sounded. He shook his head and focused on her.

                “You can do it, Frost. I believe in you” He smiled, stroking her cheek.

Frost shivered faintly.

                “When do you need it?”

                “First of August. Sooner the better”

                “Alex…”

He got up and tipped her head up.

                “Frost, you’ll be fine. Relax. I’ll pay for any material you need.”

I nodded and relaxed. Alex and I talked some more as I walked him to the front door. We shook hands as he left.

                I gave out a frustrated growl a few days later and threw my pen across the room. Damn these rich people! Damn Alex! But Alex isn’t to blame. I sighed softly. I know… I’m only 10!!

                A few weeks later, I was finally done with the project Alex asked of me. I was so done with this thing. I walked into Alex’s office as he grinned at me.            

“Save it” I snarked, carefully handing him the object of my hatred. He raised an eyebrow, taking it.

                “Someone’s snarky” He mentioned as a growl tore from me.

                “It was hard, Alex.” I said, my shoulder’s slumping. For weeks I had been a wreck. Constantly reminding myself that I could do it. Alex smiled and watched her. Her face was flush, eyes a shade darker, her—Alex shook his head. He should be disgusted with himself.

                “You’ll get paid, Frost” He assured her.

                “You think this is about money?!” She practically screamed at him. Before she could utter another word, Alex covered her mouth with his hand.

                “Calm down, Kitten. I’m sorry for putting you through this” He apologized, Frost staring at him in shock.

Alex never apologized—but here he was. She just merely nodded as he removed his hand. Clearing her throat, Frost looked at him square in the eyes.

                “My behavior earlier was inappropriate and I…apologize. Make no mistake, Mr. Sinclair. I AM a 10 year old girl.” She snapped, eyes flashing amber.

Alex smirked and backed her into the wall, leaning close.

                “Human laws do not apply to us, Kitten. Next time you think of challenging me, I’ll put you over me knee and paddle your ass.” With that said, Alex backed off, watching her reaction.

                “Intimidation doesn’t work on me, Alex. Don’t make petty threats you can’t dish out. I’ll be waiting for my check. Goodbye”

With that, she left. Alex breathed out roughly. Jesus Christ. He raked a hand through his hair and sat at his desk, looking at the carpet. It was indeed beautiful. The golden and red gave it a warm look, beads hung off the end, drawing attention. One way or another, She will be mine… Until then, I’ll wait. Alex mused. He had quiet the reputation with the ladies—He even owned his own private room at the BDSM club. The forbidden pleasures… He thrived on them, but for Frost… He’d give up that lifestyle. Maybe even introduce her too it.

                

Frost Lilith Levesque

Name: Frost Lilith Levesque
Age: 10 1/2
Eye Color: Blue/green
Hair Color: Brown with blonde streaks

Interests: Reading, writing, drawing, horse riding, tree climbing, being outside
Hobbies: Reading, drawing, writing

Pets: Orange and White cat with golden eyes
Name: Kitty Chesney

Glasses: Yes and No
Siblings: Yes. 15 of them

Grade: 5th, but got moved to 6th
Music style: Any. Loves classical and country, especially old rock'n'roll (i.e: Aerosmith, REO Speedwagon, AC/DC, etc) Loves her mom's band(s) LoLiTa

Frost knows karate (Tae-kwon-doe), Judo, and other forms of combat (Though she doesn't like to admit it)

Were: Lioness
Name: Nala

Personality: Happy and bubbly. Shy, but will speak her mind. Not afraid to give crap and call people on their bullshit and lies. Very smart. Loves her siblings. Spends most of her time in the house library or the local bookshop. Loves to cook/bake. Wants to be an interior designer or an artist when older. Very money conscious. Doesn't like it when people spend a large amount of money on her.

Powers: Telepathic, Telekinetic.

Frost loves her siblings. she babysits whenever she can. Doesn't have a cell phone (not until she's 16), she does have a 16" flat screen with a DVD player. Loves DOD (Dungeons and Dragons), Diablo, video games, old school Pokemon, Sherlock Holmes, and Nancy Drew. she loves soccer, Hello Kitty, Mickie Mouse. Has figurines of Gothic style Fairies. Has trophies and medals from soccer and karate, ribbons from art work winnings.

Mark

Mark,

You deserve to have someone who won't cheat on you all the time. You deserve a women who told you she wouldn't cheat on you-- only to do the exact opposite. I'm just like your exes. Nothing but a cheating whore.

You're too forgiving. Stop it. Stop forgiving me and get pissed at me...

Stop loving me. You won't be as stressed.

~Sam

Blog Deprivation

Sorry... A lot's been going on lately. I can't really explain it all, but I do know that changes are coming.

~Rio

Happy birthday, Clint!