Painless Snapshots E-Book

Angel Rupert

• Herausgeber: Bentockiz
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

This was way out of my hands now. I’d been up for the challenge of looking out for a young girl, but a grown woman? Not my territory. Despite her maturity, she was still a child trapped in the body of a twenty-eight-year-old woman. She had to be freaking out more than we were. I was running out of options. We needed a woman to give her some guidance as well.

Leseprobe

Title Page

Painless Snapshots

Genuine Soul

Angel Rupert

Painless Snapshots / 2nd of series: Genuine Soul / By Angel Rupert

Published 2023 by Bentockiz

e-book Imprint: Uniochlors

e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden

e-book ISBN: 9789198846911

e-book editing: Athens, Greece

Cover Images created via AI art generators

Table of Contents

Title Page

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Introduction

Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.

It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.

This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.

This may be the start of something amazing.

Chapter One

The throbbing ache in my temple gave me an abrupt wake-up call. The aftereffects of the tequila kicked my ass, and I wished I hadn’t been so stupid. I should have suggested we go bowling instead. Then last night wouldn’t have happened, and I wouldn’t still feel guilty.

Staying in sounded like a better idea than going to school. It wasn’t like I would miss anything important. There would video in my seminar class and corned beef for lunch. I could afford to play hooky for one day. If I skipped out, I would be less tempted to go back to the cemetery. That way I could recover over the weekend and start fresh on Monday.

I had just resettled under my covers when the door opened, and someone came in. The person plopped down next to me and I turned to see the visitor. It was Nicola. I stared at her to see if she was for real since the night before she acted like she wanted to punch me in the face for reasons I didn’t know. What was even weirder was that she only wore underwear and a camisole.

“Good morning,” she said.

“What are you doing?”

“Hopefully you, sexy thing.”

She rested her head on the pillow and stroked her fingers through my hair. I couldn’t deny it felt good. This was the same girl who had given me my first kiss when I was only eight, and the girl whom I’d been crazy about from middle school until my freshman year of college. It was hard getting over her but having her back made me wonder if I ever really did.

“Mona already left for school and told me to let you rest,” she continued. “That means we have the place to ourselves.”

I blinked. She was the most confusing woman I’d ever met. One second, she acted like she didn’t want to be bothered by me, and now she was hinting that we fool around. Had she pretended to not like me because she was interested?

My eyes wandered over her body. Despite how frail she looked, she was still attractive. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been about fifteen pounds heavier, though she wasn’t overweight. She’d been healthy, and now she looked sick. I also noticed a scar above her underwear band that was at least six inches long. She noticed that I saw it and pulled her camisole down to cover it up.

“Can I . . . eat first?” I asked, not really knowing what else to say. “I’m kind of hungry.”

She started laughing and I frowned, even more confused than ever.

“Wow. I did not expect that.” She got up from the bed and started to walk out but stopped at the door. “By the way, Mona is still here. She asked me to let you know that breakfast is almost ready.”

I forced myself to sit up and crawl out of bed. I wasn’t lying when I’d said I was hungry. I’d barely touched my dinner the night before and needed something in my stomach. I could smell the sausage from down the hall and couldn’t get to the kitchen fast enough.

“Morning, Luke,” Mona said. “Crazy night, huh?”

“Yes. Never again will I get drunk. It’s not as fun as people make it sound.”

I stood next to her by the stove and scrambled the eggs while she continued cooking the sausage. My strange encounter with Nicola still hadn’t gotten out of my head. She’d played me, and in a way I wanted to get back at her. If she wanted to play this game, I could too.

The door to the bathroom opened, and I listened to see if she would come into the kitchen, when she didn’t, I decided to put on a show.

“Are you wearing anything under that?” I asked Mona, yanking up the shirt.

She shrieked and moved away from me.

“Lucas Wright!”

“Uh oh. You used my entire name. That’s a bad thing.”

“Yes, it is! You can’t just do that to people. Particularly taken people.”

She reached over and before I could stop her, she pulled down my sweats, taking my boxers with them. I was shocked and quickly pulled them back up while she laughed.

“Did you just pants me? Are we, twelve?”

“Yes! Serves you right!”

She started laughing harder, and I couldn’t help but laugh too. We were very mature when we were apart, but whenever we got together, we turned into a couple of kids. She always brought out the best in me.

We finally composed ourselves enough to finish cooking, letting out an occasional chuckle. She made me forget all about my illness. I was feeling great too. The aspirin took care of my muscle aches and my lungs no longer burned.

“It’s kind of cute,” Mona said after a while.

“What’s cute?”

She cast her eyes down then looked away, biting her lip and I figured out what she was talking about.

“You looked?”

“I didn’t mean to!”

When I didn’t reply, she set her spatula down and hugged me around my waist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t really mean to. Truce?”

“Your sausage is burning.”

She glanced at the pan then giggled. “Speaking of sausage.”

“Mona!”

“I’m kidding! Besides, what does it matter? I’ve seen you before and you’ve seen me.”

“We were six. That hardly counts.”

She let go of me and returned to her side of the stove. The past five minutes basically summed up our friendship. We were extremely comfortable around each other. Maybe too comfortable, but I didn’t want that to change. Even now that we were both twenty-two, I wanted to keep everything the way it had been since we were six.

“About last night . . . are we going to do something about it?” I asked.

“No. We were drunk. We don’t know what went down last night.”

I would have said the same thing if I hadn’t had several nightmares about what we’d seen, and I knew it would plague my thoughts all day. That was why I wanted to stay home instead of trying to pay attention at school.

“What happened, did you two do the sex?” Nicola asked when she came into the kitchen. “Does Micah know?”

Mona and I groaned then we ate our breakfast. We got dressed, and I that’s when I remembered I’d left all my school stuff at my parents’ house. Since I probably wouldn’t be welcome there anytime soon, I decided to have Micah drop it off at my apartment later.

“Okay, we should go,” Mona said. “Nicky, go get dressed and we’ll wait in the car.”

Mona grabbed her bag, and I followed with a sausage in my hand. We sat in the same seats as we had the night before. I started the car so I could turn on the air conditioning.

“Why is Nicola so . . . uptight?” I asked. “After five years, she can’t still be hung up on Henry.”

“She just needs to get laid.”