She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, messy from having been run through by fingers so frequently in the past couple of hours in the last two weeks. She had bags under her eyes, her body sagged a little from exhaustion, reasonable considering she hadn't gotten more than an hour sleep at the most when she braked during the two weeks.
In the last two weeks she was shut up in her house, all alone, while she wrote, and erased, typed and deleted, crumpled up and threw into the trash can. She was a famous author who wrote romance stories, with magical creatures and what not, and had written five stories that had gone on to be the top five best sellers in the country, in the world, and she couldn't even get past the first god damn couple of pages of her recent romance novel in process.
It was just something about this book, she couldn't find the energy to write parts of it, yet when she wasn't typing it she wanted to. This was freaking ridiculous.
She looked in the mirror and her frustration grew to a boiling point, nearly bubbling over the surface, and she had to catch herself before she tore her mirror off the wall and threw it onto the cold, hard, floor where it would shatter into a million pieces. Slivers of silver spreading out in an explosion, shards of reflections blooming from the middle, and the sound of breaking glass ringing out in the empty cabin, echoing back to her ears, loud and temporarily satisfying, playing out in her mind.
She sighed, grimacing at the mirror. Her hair was messy alright, mussed, ruffled, and disarrayed. The bags under her eyes weren't so bad, her mouth frowning though not in thought like it usually was. Her hair was a dark, chocolate brown, short, flowing halfway down her neck. It was or had been in a bob, her bangs had ended just above eyebrows. A cute hairstyle that only accentuated her slim but curvy figure, long legs, and small, dainty hands though they had seen so much work they should have been rough and calloused by now, much like a man's hands. Not that she was complaining.
She was willowy, and a little tall. She was lightly tanned. Her deep chocolate eyes with speckles of black, soft reddish pink lips, small ears that were a little pointed and stuck out from her head a little. Her eyes would spark with curiosity, determination, joy, and sometimes amusement, though they hadn't sparked with amusement or joy in a while.
She sighed, stopping herself from running her fingers through her hair which would only serve to muss it more. Her bangs were longer now, flowing over her full eyebrows, still neatly plucked since the last time she plucked them, she noted. Her eyes were framed by her long, thick lashes. She was beautiful.
She decided to take a break and enter into reality again, to throw herself into the world with other people, and to occupy her wandering mind with other things then her frustrating attempts at this one irritating book. If she could just get past the first part, and any other parts she didn't like, she was sure this one was going to be a best seller.
She got into the shower, washing her body, scrubbing off the dirty, lathering her hair several times before just standing there, under the warm flow of the water, rinsing her hair and cleansing her body, not just of the dirt and what not that had gathered but of the negative and rather downing feelings also that had weighed her down.
She got out and dried off before raking her brush through her hair several times, brushing out tangles and knots, before she could finally run the brush through her hair smoothly. She let it dry and walked to her closet.
She looked over her many dresses, some sun dresses, some corset dresses, some other types of dresses. Despite the number of dresses she only had five pairs of shoes. Plain, black and white converse, plain, brown sandals, tanned and dark brown polka dotted wedges, short, with a cute tanned bow at the end, black heels, and old fashioned sandals, the kind they had in Greece, that wrapped around your legs up to your knees, except hers went half way up to her knees, and they were a goldenish tan.
She mussed over whether to just pick a pair of jeans she had and a t shirt, then decided on a white dress, with lace as the top part and soft, white, flowing fabric as the bottom part. It had short sleeves and the lace top part which ended just below her breast hugged her chest, not too tightly, but just a little and the sleeves were tight. The bottom part came to just above her knees.
She put on her red cape that came down to halfway past her elbows, with a hood, the whole thing lined with soft, silky, black rabbit fur. It kept her warm in chilly or freezing weather but because there was some magic in it, it was never too warm. The fabric looked like silk bit just a bit thicker and it was soft. It had silky ribbon to tie, just below the chin. She tied it but left the hood down.
She picked her greek sandals and walked out of her room, purposely avoiding looking in the direction of her desk, which was littered with paper loaded with parts of her story she liked, rough drafts, an unfinished and about to be thrown out final copy, her laptop, favorite pen and pencil, blank paper, and her type writer. She walked to the door.
She opened it, more like threw it open, stepped out, and took a deep breath of fresh air. She closed her eyes and let the sun caress her face, warming her body that had grown used to being cold from the chilly temperature in her big, modern, log cabin. She listened to the birds sing, the insects chirp, the squirrels chatter, and the bees buzz as they foraged for honey in the numerous, colorful, wild flowers that surrounded her house, save for the path to the road.
The wild flowers were beautiful, some exotic looking. The field in front of her house in the woods was full of the flowers. The sky a promising blue, clear with a few puffy, cotton ball clouds, lazily floating in the sky. The trees surrounding her house in a circle formation, with her house in the middle, had deep green leaves, the trunks tall, the branches thick making them easy to climb.
A mother deer and it's baby ate nearby, not afraid of her just like the other animals of the forest. Beautiful.
Her house was something out of a story book, a house millionaires paid good money to have. The house many people in the city, tired of the crowded streets and constant noises, envied and longed for. It was picturesque and wild, beautiful and untamed. It was perfect. She opened her eyes.
She froze when she saw the man at the end of the path that led into the forest, on the edge of the fields. He was tall, muscular, tanned, with wavy dark chestnut brown hair, messy yet a handsome look. She realized with a start that if she were to walk up to him, chest to chest, more like chest to abs, the top of her head would reach the bottom of his chin.
He was a little slim yet strong looking. Barefooted, wearing jeans that looked good, hanging low on his waist, with a dark green, brown and red plaid shirt, the first couple of buttons unbuttoned showing his chest with a light dusting of deep brown hair on it. His eyes were dark green like the trees, and he had straight nose, a small dimple, and straight teeth. He was handsome. He looked at her in surprise.
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Micah didn't know anyone lived in the cabin in the woods. His father had renounced his title as alpha making him, his son, alpha in his place. He was a strong leader, kind and caring, his pack, every single person in it, his family. Everyone in his pack was very close with him and each other and he them, though he had a big pack. He had become alpha two weeks ago and as a stress reliever, would run through the woods, sometimes in human form, in the morning. His path always took him past the cabin.
He always wondered who it might have belonged to. Just a couple days ago he decided he would go check it out and clean it up on the inside, which he was sure would be dusty from not having an owner, or so he thought, and make it his own. A place to stay when he needed a break from the pack. It certainly was beautiful and a perfect place for him to go when stressed or wanting to be alone, which tended to be hard when in a pack, especially one the size that his pack was.
He was jogging like he usually did, and stopped to look at the cabin when he passed it. Suddenly, the door flung open and out stepped a vision. Her dark brown hair, shot and bobby, wavy and looking like silken chocolate, her slim, soft and curvy figure, her long legs, the sun framing her and making her look similar to an angel and making her look like a dream. A beautiful dream. Then her scent hit him. Coconut, chocolate, and a hint of cinnamon. He felt his wolf stir immediately.
His mate! She was living here? How had he missed her in the past two weeks that he had passed this place every day. She was a dream, a vision, a beauty. She really was. He couldn't believe it.
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Red shook her head. It was just a man, an incredibly handsome man, who sent her heart racing though she didn't know him.
