Chapter 1, Jadelyn Ever West
Icy blue ; like the North pole sky Thin, arched eyebrows and long, sweeping lashes. With and indefinable sparkle to them—her eyes, by no means were beautiful.
A thin, graceful nose with a few light freckles dotted around, blood-red, soft and plump lips, fluffy, luscious chocolate locks that flowed way past her shoulders and curled the slightest at the tips and silky milk-bottle white skin spread over a tall, elegant figure standing tall at 5'7.
She is Jadelyn Ever West. And this is her story.
Her walls, they were built up so damn high, she kept a low profile by scaring everyone away - it wasn't hard, most of the time, just one of her signature death stares or maybe even a snarl or two.
She wore black , electric blue streaks in her hair, dark make-up and her old, worn combat boots. Everyone knew not to mess with her.
Although, in reality, she was a frail, scared little girl. Her barriers were tough, but not unbreakable.