Untouched [Prologue]
{Maria Samuels}
Obviously, I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I can't talk about these amazing situations that will leave viewers hungering for more. But I'll tell you this; my story doesn't involve a clan of vampires and werewolves. Well, one of the characters is dog-like, but I'm not going into detail about that just yet.
Honestly, I'm not sure where I'm going in life anymore. Hell, I'm not even sure what I'm going to eat for dinner tonight. There's three things in life I'm dead certain about, however.
1) That my name is Maria Elizabeth Samuels.
2) The fact that one person has changed my entire life.
3) I will never be the same as I was.
That ought to suffice, right?
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{Jeremy Hartin}
They say life is about giving second chances, right? As humans, we're apt to make a lot of mistakes. Sometimes we learn from them. Other times, it takes a while for it to process.
You've probably figured out by now that I fall into the latter of these two. It took me a while to realize that love and lust don't intermingle, probably the biggest mistake I've ever made. [Besides going into my older brother's room at 3 in the morning on December 26th. THAT was colossal a screwup.]
But I'm ready to begin again. To take another chance.
Problem is, I'm not sure if there are any chances left.
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{Scarlett Winters}
Boys. They're slow. Predictable. If you smile ever so sweetly at just the right moment, you'll have them wrapped around your finger. That's what life's come to teach me in seventeen years.
You can probably tell by now I'm not much of a fairy tale type of girl. Screw dancing with Prince Charming at the ball; if I were Cinderella, I would've satisfied ALL his needs in a single night. I believe fairy tales are just a crutch for the weak. Those who can't get by in life without keeping an eye on some prize.
I'm not like that. I know what I want, and I don't need some reward for getting it. In short, I'm not a princess. Never was, never will be.
But at one point, my ideal was swerved. Maybe there WAS some guy whose eyes I'd get lost in frequently. Some guy who could care for me as a person, and not just for my . . . attachments.
Like always, there's a complication.
And I mean to eradicate her. Immediately.