“We just need some food. I hope that is not too much to ask for,” Miles asked with a pleasant voice.  Now she knew it! The dream prince was Miles. Holy Christ! It was making her feel more uncomfortable. Why am I dreaming about him? Does he dream about me? Why were these kinds of questions the only thing in my head!  “Angela are you okay?” Justin looked concerned as she came out of her thoughts.  “Me? I am fine.” Angela faced them again. “It is not my decision to make, it is my…” Angela hesitated again. She wanted to say her mother’s but yet again Isabella wasn’t her real mother neither was Robert but still, they agreed to take care of her and treat her like she was their own child. They deserved being called parents. If they get to have children again, they should be called the world’s best parents because that was what they were. “…mother’s decision.” “You have a mother,” Kale said surprised. “Lucky,” she whispered looki

Angela counted one to five. “We are here!”Miles realized he hadn’t been looking around him. His eyes were focused on Angela but the second he took his eyes off her, he saw something magnificent. They were surrounded by rocks, large rocks. He didn’t know stones could be so big. There was nothing but bushes, brushes, and giant rocks. It was nothing like he had seen. He had only seen busy streets, rotting houses, and many more boring places but the magic rocky place he was in was something he couldn’t carry his eyes off.“What is this place?” He kept his eyes on one giant hard looking rock in front of them. “I call this place repeater.”He faced her, looking confused. “Repeater?”“Sshh listen.” Angela placed her finger on his lips. He liked it. He felt like licking them cause they smelt and looked like l

She got up from her bed, combing the knots out of her hair. The beauty and glow of her hair always gave Angela a warm nice feeling. Her hair was so beautiful and perfect. If there was any kind of hair competition anywhere in the world, she would definitely win. Hair competition uhn? She searched through her closet both quickly and slowly. Quickly because she was anxious to know her parents’ decision and slowly because she was afraid they would say no. She looked for nice clothes to put on and a nice pair of shoes to wear.   She only had two pairs of shoes anyway. If she became a princess, she would always make sure her closets will be filled with amazing, expensive, and unique gowns and clothes.   Her beautiful and expensive shoes will be up to a million. She would have a lot of precious jewelry like necklaces, bracelets, rings, not to talk less of the amount of colorful and precious tiaras she would possess. She imagined her closet becomi

“So that is where we should start,” Miles said wiping his mouth.Angela drew the bowl from her mouth turning to Miles. “You want to join me?” she asked with high hope. “I am not letting my princess go on a dangerous mission while I will be staying here drinking tomato soup. Impossible!”Angela giggled at his words. Kale rolled her eyes booing at his dry jokes. “Yes, and we are all coming; right Kale?” Justin said as everyone turned in Kale’s direction, patiently waiting for her response. She looked away from her bowl of tomato soup, clearing her throat. She didn’t want to go. She loved the house. There was food, comfort, soft beds, and love; what Kale always wanted in life. Leaving it to go on a dangerous mission sounded crazy and unimaginable.  She was going to do no such. “That is just crazy talk,” Kale blurted immediately.“So you want to stay here?” Miles asked as she huffed.“I would not want to be in any oth

“What is going on?” Angela's eyes were glued on the self-deleting words. “Anytime an old prophecy has come true, a new one will immediately be added and written here,” Justin answered as all the words were wiped off the flat wood. New words were now written on it, letter by letter. Everyone read it together. “Isabella. The. Mother. Of. All. Shall. Pass. Away. Soon.” Everyone read out.Isabella? That was her mother’s name, pass away? That didn’t sound good at all and soon too?“What! Is-is Isabella going to die!” Kale screamed eating her fingernails in fury. “Tell me she is not going to die!”“Kale cool down. I doubt it is our Isabella because our Isabella does not have any children, even Angela is not her real child,” Justin said cooling her down. “There is another Isabella that lives in Hamilton village. She has the third-highest numb