Well here is the second chapter. I haven't written in about two months, so please bare with me as I get back into the grove.
As I said before I am working really hard on this one so please forgive me about the time between posts.
This is a romance novel, well as good as I can do. So please understand what that means.
Thanks for the lovely reviews. So enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 2
The Goblin King lounged on his throne with his legs dangling over one the arms, while watching Sarah fall asleep in a crystal orb gently held in one of his leather-gloved hands. When she was finally fast asleep, he threw the crystal against the wall, shattering it. None of the drunk or sleeping goblins around him noticed. With a flick of his wrist, Jareth transported himself to his bedchamber.
She went on with her life. Oh, she never thought once about what had occurred in his kingdom since she had run the Labyrinth. The little fool really believed that she was free. Oh, he knew. Sarah lived her life as if she would never see him or his kingdom again. Jareth laughed at that. Oh, she would. He would make sure of that.
Jareth had decided that very night as he flew away from her window as she celebrated that she would pay. Some how Sarah would pay for refusing him. Oh, but the odd thing is that there had been times when he could have done something, but he hadn't. He had helped her. She needed a new home; he found her one. She needed a job; he got it for her. She wanted into college; he got her in. He was still doing things for her and did nothing to make her pay. Jareth still wanted her to pay, but another want was beginning to take over. Something he would not admit to anyone, especially himself.
So Jareth watched her as he had before, but now he watched mostly from his bedchamber. As the years had past, Sarah had turned from a girl to a woman, with all the curves. He had only been fascinated with her before, but now it was different.
She warmed his blood. He would get hard just watching her do the dishes for Christ sake. He couldn't control himself. Jareth chased away any fool who got close to her. She was his and would never been anyone else's.
Jareth sighed. Recently all of his thoughts of revenge failed in comparison to the thoughts of Sarah naked under him. He flicked his wrist again and changed into his nightclothes. He could not allow these new feelings, wants, and thoughts to interfere with his plans.
Then he remembered. Sarah was his since the night she ate the peach. He already had a way to get both revenge and Sarah. All he needed to do was act on it. Jareth smirked as he came up with a plan that even Sarah in her new love of myths would love.
I know it's short again. I'm working on Chapter 3 right now. I'm going to start to try and make them longer. I'm either typing them first and then do a handwritten draft, or I'm handing writing and doing it on the computer. So please bare with me. I will do my best to get better. I promise that Jareth and Sarah will have a scene soon, but these first few chapters are setting up the main story.
So if you please, leave me something in the little box. Please don't be socked if you come on and the prologue is different, again. I think I have a better one in mind.
Thanks for reading.
CL