“Please. Call me Father.”
I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes with my arm as I stood, no longer fearful. “Father. I won’t let you down.” I vowed.
“I know you won’t son. Come, let us be off. We have lots to do,” he encouraged as he pressed against my back, urging me to walk with him.
I obeyed, not doubting his words.
Revenge. Yes, I’ll show the gods who I am. I’ll let them know what a dormant shifter is capable of. I will get my payback on all of those who have forsaken me. Even on Ryder and his friends. I’ll have them kneel and beg me to spare them, counting down while I listen to their pleas. I won’t show them pity. I’ll rid them of their light – anyone that opposes my conquest will be rid of their light.
I smiled wickedly as I said my last prayer, hoping the gods would listen to my words.
I will get my revenge. In stars, we trust.
Coming Soon
Want to learn more about Scarlet, Junho and the others? Turn the page and get a glimpse of Visionary Investigator – Paranormal INC Series.
Visionary Investigator
Release Date: DECEMBER 8TH, 2017
Visionary Investigator Sneak Peek
“Look who it is? Let me guess, mister four inches probably spent his allowance money on drugs again, resulting in you two arguing and thus, you, landing on my doorstep, waiting for me to let you in, so you can steal my tub of Oreo ice cream.”
I smiled wickedly, holding the package in my hands tightly to my chest.
“OR, I could have decided I wanted to see my one and only best friend, who loves me from the moon and back and would kindly spare ONE of her twelve tubs of Oreo ice cream to this kind beloved soul. And it wasn’t on drugs, he spent it at a strip club while drunk.” I argued, rolling my eyes in ignorance. She laughed, stepping aside to allow me to enter.
“Scarlet babe, what would I do without your craziness?”
“You’d cry in misery, praying to the heavens to find you a best friend that can handle your savage, multi-personality self and stay alive longer than three months,” I praised.
“C’mon, all my friends don’t die or disappear in three months,” she argued.
I dropped the box on her counter top table, before turning around to face the blonde chic, my hands landing on my hips as I raised an eyebrow at her declaration.
She groaned, rolling her eyes as her arms crossed over her chest.
“The last one vanished after ninety-ONE days! That’s a new record! You have to acknowledge that!” she nagged.
“I may have a four-inch, alcoholic, druggy boyfriend, who I somehow can’t ditch out of pity and the disappointing sex, might I add, but you my bestie, have a problem. I swear, either your six-foot seven inches bodyguard of a boyfriend is apart of the mafia OR I’ll be damned, the heavens have something against you having friends. I’m actually impressed I’ve lasted this long in your life. Is a lightning bolt going to fall from the sky and kill me for surpassing the limit?”
I seriously questioned how I wasn’t dead yet. I don’t know what curse had been placed on my best friend, Cece Alexandra Rose, but such irony chased the girls and boys away for who knows how long. I’d known her for five years now and had surprisingly lived to tell the tale. Everyone else, besides from her gigantic boyfriend and close family, would face the wrath of death or go missing in ninety...ninety-ONE days or less. Trust me when I say, no one even thought of sitting ten inches near her in class, let alone walk past her in fear of death, knocking on their door.
“It’s not my fault they die, alright. Maybe the heavens don’t want me dealing with annoying, drama-inducing individuals who’d be lucky enough to out smart me. See, you’re smart, you mind your own business and you’re friendly, like me.” I shook my head at her statement, reaching out for the kitchen knife with the intentions of opening the brown box before me.
“You forgot to add the hint of craziness, the alter ego of yours and OH, that skill you have – you know, appearing out of fucking nowhere when someone mentions your name. I swear you’ve spooked the living daylights out of the professors on campus. Such a skill simply baffles me.” I emphasized, sliding the knife through the tape.
“Admit it. My random skill of appearing when I’m summoned has saved your ass a few times when you fainted in…hold on.” She started before stopping, pulling out her phone.
I groaned, lifting my head up to the ceiling, praying she’d stop reminding me of my current, number one flaw.
“Here it is, fifty-seven times,” she finished, smiling at me in satisfaction.
“I sometimes question why we’re best friends,” I retorted.
Her eyes landed on the box before she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at me.
“For the love of fashion, PLEASE do not tell me those are gloves.”
I smiled, slowly opening the box to reveal the securely packaged contents. You’ve never experienced happiness until you’ve opened a box that solved many problems at once; my main problem related to my fainting spells.
I unwrapped the paper packaging, pulling out the pink set of fingerless arm length gloves, as my fingers rubbed the soft material.
“Don’t hate these beauties. Look at this material!! I can wear these all day and not even get a rash! O.M.G they’re water resistant! OH, I need to search if they’re blood resistant! That would be so helpful.”
“Yup, I wonder why the heavens haven’t killed you off yet.”
“UM hello, someone has to help you finish your massive ice cream collection. Which reminds me.” I placed the gloves back into the box, taking a second to enjoy the smooth, fur like material, before making my way to the fridge.
I pulled opened the freezer handle, revealing stacks of Oreo cookie ice cream. I pulled an out an unopened tub, letting go of the door, to close, as I walked to the kitchen counter, tugging the drawer open to kidnap a spoon.
I opened the lid, threw it in the garbage bin a few feet away from me. I pulled at the clear sealing, opening it with little effort. The addictive scent brushed against my nose as I readied my spoon.
“I dare you to take a spoonful of that.”
I practically jumped, my best friend who was standing in the middle of the living room was now next to me, without making a sound.
“Baby Jesus, I swear, how the fuck do you do that! I didn’t even hear you!” I yelled. She smiled wickedly, taking the spoon out of my hand. She took a fat spoonful of my ice cream, putting it into her mouth.
“HEY! That’s my ice cream! You have eleven more tubs of it!”
“Don’t get distracted next time then.” She giggled, spinning around to walk to the fridge, opening the freezer door to grab her own tub.
She turned around to face me, her blonde hair falling into place.
“Now that we have some much-needed ice cream. Spill.”
“Go home, grab that sexy outfit you bought last week and make sure you wear red lipstick, NOT pink. We’re going for sexy, fierce and this bitch wants to get laid look. You understand, Scar.”
I groaned, slipping my black arm-length gloves on, followed by my brown glasses, turning to face my best friend. “I don’t need to get laid. I have a boyfriend, remember?” I reminded her.
“Oh please. That sorry excuse of penis! Like, seriously, do you pretend to climax just, so you can use little Jimmy the vibrator in your bottom left drawer, hidden between your stolen graduation gown and LET’S BE FRIENDS photo album. I should say it’s a really good hiding spot. Jake would never guess it’s there. With the way you argue, I bet you use that bad boy every other day,” she revealed.
I stared at her wide eyed, my jaw dropping at her statement.
“How the hell do you know about Jimmy? I hid him perfectly!” I demanded, feeling my cheeks flush.
“Remember the time you got so utterly wasted and you were horny and—” she purred before I raised my hands up.
“STOP! No more. Enough. I don’t want to even know about my drunk adv
entures. I’m leaving. Don’t tell anyone about Jimmy. He’s my little secret!”
“Our little secret, Scar.”
“Ugh, I’ll be ready in an hour!”
“Alright bestie, pick you up in an hour. Remember! SEXY! FIERCE, SEX—”
I slammed the door shut, cutting off her farewell announcement. The elderly neighbor next door glanced my way. She smiled, giving me a wink before walking away.
Damn you, Cece...
About the Author
Yumoyori.W.Wilson lives in Toronto, Ontario with her lovely Mother, Queen Loulou. When she’s not working the night shift as a Community Registered Nurse, she’s out relaxing with friends or sipping bubble tea while playing Elsword with her gaming friends.
She has an obsession with fashion and currently owns 100+ lipsticks, 50 being various shades of nudes though she insists all of them are different in their own way. She enjoys reading during her night shift, immersing herself in reverse harem, paranormal and romance novels to pass the time and prevent herself from falling asleep.
To connect with Yumoyori online:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/yumoyoriauthor
Yumo’s Star Knight Facebook Group: http://bit.ly/2idc6oD
Youtube: http://bit.ly/2wZKlGF
Instagram: @yumoyoriauthor
Books By Yumoyori Wilson
The Starlight Gods Series:
Dark Wish
Tainted Rose
RYDER (January 26th, 2018)
Poisonous Dream (February 2018)
Paranormal INC Series:
Visionary Investigator (December 8th, 2017)
HOLIDAY SERIES:
Visionary Christmas (November 21st, 2017)
Starlight Christmas (December 22nd, 2017)
Visionary New Years (December 29th, 2017)
EARTHALA SERIES:
Visionary X Starlight- Chapter One (January 12th, 2018)
Tainted Rose (The Starlight Gods Series Book 2) Page 35