Trois Minx. - Chapter One - Katherine
First chapter, by Janna Pereira.
Okay. I don't normally write in diaries, but after what happened to me today, I think I'm going to have to. Today, when I was casually walking down the main road in my city, eying the gorgeous fluorescent green Porsche with 20" rims that was parked and empty, I happened to walk right into Ryan Denman, he is basically royalty where I'm from. You see, Ryan is the heir, along with his three arrogant cousins, to the Denman empire. Basically, they own around half of the town, including strip clubs, bars, hotels, stores, the fire station and yeah you name it, they own it. As I was saying, I walked right into him. I think he was amused, I mean, hey, if I were rich, half famous and notorious, I'd find some random chick walking into me quite amusing and bothersome. So, he laughed at me. I squeaked something along the lines of 'sorry' and he smiled. Ryan Denman smiled at me. He asked if I liked his car and naturally, forgetting who he is, I launched into a description of his car, it's faults and my personal opinion of it.
Two words; increeeedibly embarrassing. Ryan laughed hysterically. His response? 'Who ARE you? And I know I need a new spoiler, it's why I'm here.' I remember quickly shutting my mouth and walking away. How fucking embarrassing?! I heard Ryan chuckle as I was walking. I cannot believe I let myself ramble on about cars to a guy who probably knew twice as much about them, especially when he owned said car. So anyway, he caught up easily and smirked. Then he said something I'll never forget. 'Can I take you to lunch?' At first, I was too amused by the cliché of it to say anything, but his impatient, dreamy gaze pushed me to an answer. 'Yes'. So, after us realizing it was too late for lunch, and that he had a business meeting with his cousins tonight, we postponed till tomorrow. Now, I'm going to go and try and sleep. I'll write about the "date" tomorrow night...
Love Always; Katherine. Xox.
***
I'd given up on writing in diaries around the time I turned maybe 26? A year after I met Ryan? I'd swapped pen and paper, for a safer method of writing an inner monologue. Safe from prying eyes. Well, that's how it was until I became a Marlow (capital intended). Any other Marlow with mind-reading specialties could sift through my archive of thoughts, finding out anything they needed to know about me which in the past has proved very, very dangerous. What with jealous ex-wives trying to murder me, government organizations on par with the ex-wife and well, the list goes on. But even though my sweetheart husband told me not to, I'm going to write one more inner monologue thingy.
****
I groaned as I woke up.40. I'd been alive, a grand total of 40 whole years.....and yet I still looked 25. Just like my gorgeous, sweet, adorable, caring, loving, sexy, handsome husband, who's turning 46 on March 1, though he only looks 30. All this is thanks to the fact that we are Marlows. A Marlow (capital intended) is a cousin of the Vampire. Like the Vamps, we are immortal (clearly), don't age (obviously), are super fast and strong and drink blood, but not because of the bloods taste, or whatever else attracts a being to blood, but because we need the energy from it. However we have a few traits of our own. Some people say that the Vampire's have special powers such as mind reading. That is a lie, and I swear it on my own existence. One of my best friends, who also happens to be Marlow, is a mind reader, she can tell the future and sense any other worldly presence. She also has an affinity for water. Me? Well, I can become invisible, I can disappear and reappear somewhere else, I can morph into any other living Human or Marlow alike, I can talk mentally with anyone I like and I have an affinity for earth. My other best friend, Tayla, has an affinity for fire, she can hypnotize you and she can also disappear and reappear at will she also has a wicked temper. Anyway, back to my morning....
I looked over at my husband, a smile crossing his serene features as he slept. I opened my mind and stepped into his to see what made him so happy. I was a scene of us, standing in a park, Ryan pushing me on the swing as we laughed hysterically at some now forgotten joke. Ryan opened his eyes. 'I wasn't dreaming; I was remembering.' He said pointedly. I rolled my eyes. 'Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.' Ryan murmured, leaning over to kiss my forehead.
My eyes narrowed almost immediately and my eyebrows furrowed. 'Hey! Be happy! Almost every woman in the world would give their lives to look the way you do today.' Ryan said with a grin.
'I guess. But still! I'm 40!' I mumbled. Ryan rolled his eyes.
'C'mon. Get up. You're family will be arriving at the airport in like an hour.' Ryan said, turning his back to me and getting out of bed. Shirtless and dressed in only cotton pajama pants, he walked to the bathroom for a shower, dropping the pants as we went.
'What? No birthday sleep in?!' I called after him, pulling the blanket up to my neck. Ryan's face appeared around the door.
'Sweetheart, you've already had a birthday sleep in. Hence why we're late.' He shook his head and closed the door. I sighed and pulled the blanket completely over my head and settling myself in the warmth of the doona. In a matter of seconds, I was fast asleep.
I woke for the second time to my daughter (yes; daughter) poking me in the gut.
'Moooom!! Get up already! Ryan said if you're not up in 2 minutes, he's going to tip the entire contents of the lake on you, well Kaite might have to help but you get the idea.' Gemini said with a smirk. I frowned as she pulled the blanket entirely off the bed. 'Happy Birthday by the way. How are you feeling you old hag?' Gem teased, poking her tongue out at my glare. Just so you know, when Gem called Ryan, Ryan, she did mean it. Because she IS my daughter, so many people just assume that Ryan is her father. Wrong. Gem's father is Ryan's cousin. We had a bit too much to drink and were both having relationship problems with our significant others, though I wouldn't trade Gem for the world.
'I'm annoyed thank you very much.' I huffed, finally climbing off the feather mattress and walking to my chest of drawers. I grabbed some clothes as Gem left the room and grumpily pulled them on. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair, my eyes coming to rest on Ryan leaning against the door, arms folded.
'You're beautiful. Have I ever told you that?' He asked, pulling me against his chest. I pushed him away.
'Don't butter me up so I'll let you drive the car.' I said pointedly. Ryan put on a face of mock horror.
'Oh now why would I do that to you on your birthday?!' He asked, taking my hand as we walked down the hall. I reached into his back pocket and took the keys to our 05' Shelby Mustang. Ryan furrowed his brows. 'Happy Birthday.' He muttered. I smiled.
One thing Ryan and I definitely have in common is a love for cars, especially the Shelby Mustang, so naturally we fight over who gets to drive it, all day every day. Many ask why we don't go and buy another one, we most certainly have the money to. But buying another one would take something away from us. Mock fighting. Many also say that 'mock fighting' is not good for our relationship, and they're right. It probably isn't. But that is us.
Right now, I have to go and pick up my family. So when I get back, I'll tell you what happened. Judging from the vibes I was getting this morning, it was going to be exciting, or horrifying. Hard to say.
Love always; Katherine. xoxo.
Two words; increeeedibly embarrassing. Ryan laughed hysterically. His response? 'Who ARE you? And I know I need a new spoiler, it's why I'm here.' I remember quickly shutting my mouth and walking away. How fucking embarrassing?! I heard Ryan chuckle as I was walking. I cannot believe I let myself ramble on about cars to a guy who probably knew twice as much about them, especially when he owned said car. So anyway, he caught up easily and smirked. Then he said something I'll never forget. 'Can I take you to lunch?' At first, I was too amused by the cliché of it to say anything, but his impatient, dreamy gaze pushed me to an answer. 'Yes'. So, after us realizing it was too late for lunch, and that he had a business meeting with his cousins tonight, we postponed till tomorrow. Now, I'm going to go and try and sleep. I'll write about the "date" tomorrow night...
Love Always; Katherine. Xox.
***
I'd given up on writing in diaries around the time I turned maybe 26? A year after I met Ryan? I'd swapped pen and paper, for a safer method of writing an inner monologue. Safe from prying eyes. Well, that's how it was until I became a Marlow (capital intended). Any other Marlow with mind-reading specialties could sift through my archive of thoughts, finding out anything they needed to know about me which in the past has proved very, very dangerous. What with jealous ex-wives trying to murder me, government organizations on par with the ex-wife and well, the list goes on. But even though my sweetheart husband told me not to, I'm going to write one more inner monologue thingy.
****
I groaned as I woke up.40. I'd been alive, a grand total of 40 whole years.....and yet I still looked 25. Just like my gorgeous, sweet, adorable, caring, loving, sexy, handsome husband, who's turning 46 on March 1, though he only looks 30. All this is thanks to the fact that we are Marlows. A Marlow (capital intended) is a cousin of the Vampire. Like the Vamps, we are immortal (clearly), don't age (obviously), are super fast and strong and drink blood, but not because of the bloods taste, or whatever else attracts a being to blood, but because we need the energy from it. However we have a few traits of our own. Some people say that the Vampire's have special powers such as mind reading. That is a lie, and I swear it on my own existence. One of my best friends, who also happens to be Marlow, is a mind reader, she can tell the future and sense any other worldly presence. She also has an affinity for water. Me? Well, I can become invisible, I can disappear and reappear somewhere else, I can morph into any other living Human or Marlow alike, I can talk mentally with anyone I like and I have an affinity for earth. My other best friend, Tayla, has an affinity for fire, she can hypnotize you and she can also disappear and reappear at will she also has a wicked temper. Anyway, back to my morning....
I looked over at my husband, a smile crossing his serene features as he slept. I opened my mind and stepped into his to see what made him so happy. I was a scene of us, standing in a park, Ryan pushing me on the swing as we laughed hysterically at some now forgotten joke. Ryan opened his eyes. 'I wasn't dreaming; I was remembering.' He said pointedly. I rolled my eyes. 'Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.' Ryan murmured, leaning over to kiss my forehead.
My eyes narrowed almost immediately and my eyebrows furrowed. 'Hey! Be happy! Almost every woman in the world would give their lives to look the way you do today.' Ryan said with a grin.
'I guess. But still! I'm 40!' I mumbled. Ryan rolled his eyes.
'C'mon. Get up. You're family will be arriving at the airport in like an hour.' Ryan said, turning his back to me and getting out of bed. Shirtless and dressed in only cotton pajama pants, he walked to the bathroom for a shower, dropping the pants as we went.
'What? No birthday sleep in?!' I called after him, pulling the blanket up to my neck. Ryan's face appeared around the door.
'Sweetheart, you've already had a birthday sleep in. Hence why we're late.' He shook his head and closed the door. I sighed and pulled the blanket completely over my head and settling myself in the warmth of the doona. In a matter of seconds, I was fast asleep.
I woke for the second time to my daughter (yes; daughter) poking me in the gut.
'Moooom!! Get up already! Ryan said if you're not up in 2 minutes, he's going to tip the entire contents of the lake on you, well Kaite might have to help but you get the idea.' Gemini said with a smirk. I frowned as she pulled the blanket entirely off the bed. 'Happy Birthday by the way. How are you feeling you old hag?' Gem teased, poking her tongue out at my glare. Just so you know, when Gem called Ryan, Ryan, she did mean it. Because she IS my daughter, so many people just assume that Ryan is her father. Wrong. Gem's father is Ryan's cousin. We had a bit too much to drink and were both having relationship problems with our significant others, though I wouldn't trade Gem for the world.
'I'm annoyed thank you very much.' I huffed, finally climbing off the feather mattress and walking to my chest of drawers. I grabbed some clothes as Gem left the room and grumpily pulled them on. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair, my eyes coming to rest on Ryan leaning against the door, arms folded.
'You're beautiful. Have I ever told you that?' He asked, pulling me against his chest. I pushed him away.
'Don't butter me up so I'll let you drive the car.' I said pointedly. Ryan put on a face of mock horror.
'Oh now why would I do that to you on your birthday?!' He asked, taking my hand as we walked down the hall. I reached into his back pocket and took the keys to our 05' Shelby Mustang. Ryan furrowed his brows. 'Happy Birthday.' He muttered. I smiled.
One thing Ryan and I definitely have in common is a love for cars, especially the Shelby Mustang, so naturally we fight over who gets to drive it, all day every day. Many ask why we don't go and buy another one, we most certainly have the money to. But buying another one would take something away from us. Mock fighting. Many also say that 'mock fighting' is not good for our relationship, and they're right. It probably isn't. But that is us.
Right now, I have to go and pick up my family. So when I get back, I'll tell you what happened. Judging from the vibes I was getting this morning, it was going to be exciting, or horrifying. Hard to say.
Love always; Katherine. xoxo.
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