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Book 1 The Midnight Society
Author Logan Patricks
Whoever said money couldn’t buy happiness has never starved a day in their lives.
My name is Aria Valencia, a third year classical music student at the university, and I was down to my last dollar. Some nights, I seriously considered working at the rippers just to make ends meet, but the thought of my dad’s spirit–God rest his soul–scowling at me while I danced up on some drooling degenerate was enough to turn me off the idea completely.
And then one night, chance came knocking on my door under the guise of the Midnight Society, a secret cabal comprised of the most wealthy and influential souls this side of the Universe. Their leader was a man named Shadow, who was equally enigmatic as he was gorgeous and, for some mystifying reason, had his dark brooding eyes focused on me.
Seduced by the promises of fame and fortune in exchange for a seemingly innocent request, I soon found myself drawn into a provocative world filled with both vast riches and unending lies and it didn’t take long for me to realize what being a part of the Midnight Society actually entailed: shiny things, sensual romance, and dead bodies.
Falling in love with Shadow came with a terrible price, one that I wasn’t willing to pay. There’s a dark side to every love story, and this one was mine.
Chapter One: One month ago
There were some days I seriously considered stripping at the Skin Bar a couple of blocks away from the University, just so I could make enough money for a nice hot meal and to save myself from another month of eviction threats from my red-faced Serbian landlord. However the thought of my dad’s spirit, God rest his soul, scowling at me while I shoved my breasts into some pervert’s face was enough of a deterrent for me to think anymore into it. This was the life of a struggling arts student, constantly fantasizing of ways to make ends meet.
Whoever said, “Money can’t buy happiness” clearly never starved a day in their lives.
I picked up the local campus paper and flipped through the Classifieds. It was littered with jobs for servers, which I had tried my hand at before, and loathed with a passion. Consider it a character flaw, but I was far too blunt and headstrong to put up with anyone’s bullshit. Blame my dad for instilling in me a strong sense of pride and confidence from the day I was born up until the day he left this world.
Though people considered me a cheerful person, there were three sure-fire things that transformed this sweet, happy-go-lucky girl into a snarling beast that was best left imprisoned inside seven-foot thick steel walls.
The first was having my ass grabbed. Unless you were my boyfriend, which no one was at the moment, then your hands were not allowed anywhere near my rear. Any attempts were met with an unholy wave of verbal profanities in addition to having all five of my fingers rake your eyes like they were dead leaves on a lawn.
The second was being judged unfairly, which was a constant occurrence for a classical performance music student. Every time I went on stage and performed one of Chopin’s preludes on the campus’s Steinway pianos—the most beautiful sounding instrument in existence—I was at the mercy of all the critics and their biased opinions. Granted that most of them left me with constructive criticism, there were the handful of critiques that infuriated me with unfair slanders that made me want to give up this dream of mine altogether. But dad taught me never to quit and I always ended up picturing his Jedi spirit (yes I was a fan girl) and the look of joy on his face as I played. This carried me through the worst criticisms and those difficult times when I believed myself to be a failure.
Finally, the last item on my list of not-so-awesome things was hunger, which I endured a lot of lately. It was turning me into a Frankenstein-like-bitch.
I contemplated the serving job once again, almost giving into the temptation of having some pocket money, but decided that I wasn’t in the correct mindset to deal with people. Also the threat of having my ass grabbed by drunken frat boys was not worth it for minimum wage.
I felt my stomach rumble and cursed at it.
“Stop complaining,” I said to my belly. “I fed you a chocolate bar four hours ago.”
Great, I was standing in the middle of the street talking to my stomach like only psychos or pregnant women did.
Hunger had struck at my sanity once again.
Oh Aria, I thought to myself, how are you going to survive another semester?
June 6, 7, 8, 2014
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