Angelfowl
Synopsis
The Little Demon:
A retelling of the Little Mermaid, which is a bit different. Instead of a Mermaid, this is a demon who kills the wrong person and gets turned from blood-lusting killer into a young mute girl. Because a Warlock decides to punish her.
Now on a path of revenge, she wants to get changed back and to destroy the Warlock. But after meeting Ryns... will she want to be changed back? Guess we'll find out!
He's not the One:
This is going to be a retelling of Cinderella, I just came up with the concept with a friend as I hit 50k and the end of my first draft early. This one is going to be more romance than my first one which is why I chose this.
The story is about (still don't have a name for her), who's step mother is trying to keep her from the Prince... who is a womanizer, but the way she goes about it, makes her seem evil. The young FMC finally sees that everyone is right, and plans to get back at the Prince for harming so many young girls.
Maybe a war, and some kind of -- things happening as an over plot. And some kind of romance I want that this time!
Excerpt
“I am so glad you made it here,” he told me and I smirked.
“You won’t be,” I told him, with a shrug leaning against the wall.
“Why is that then?” he asked leaning in close. I looked up at his eyes, and gave a smirk as I swirled my wine a moment more.
“Because I only came for one reason, to tell you that you are annoying, and a creeper, because you enjoy stalking young girls and I noticed today that you have as many women as you like!” I told him and turned tossing the glass of wine in his face and all over his stark white tunic. “Leave me alone!” I snapped and then I had two guards on either sides, and with one motion of his father, I was escorted out of the ball and down the stairs.
Where they dumped me unceremoniously on the ground before returning themselves to the party. I knelt on the ground and could not help myself. I started to laugh, heartily laugh. That was the best thing I’ve ever done. The best thing ever. I got him back so much.
I knelt there for a bit, taking a few deep breaths and pushing myself up onto my knees once more. Dusting my hands off, though it only managed to smudge the mud on them around but I didn’t rightly care much. I sat there on my knees looking down at the muddy earth. The mud was staining both my hands and the bottom half of my dress now. I grumbled only lightly as I stood up not really caring about what my dress looked like anymore. My muddy dress just made me want to laugh, as I looked it over trying to dust off parts of it. My hands ran over some of the muddy patches amused by how I looked now. I had half a mind to smear my face now and head home to give my father some kind of heart attack.
“You!”
My head snapped up, and I saw his highness walking down the stairs, his hands behind his back. And I saw some kind of sickly serene look on his face that made me massively suspicious. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I crossed my arms lightly over my chest as he came off the stairs looking me in the eye.
“I am not “creepy” nor was I stalking you!” he snapped, narrowing his eyes for a moment. “You should know most women would love to be graced by my presence! Especially someone of your -- stature!”
“My stature?” I echoed, my own eyes narrowing. “What the heck is that suppose to mean? I know men of lower station than you that have way more… charm! Charming,” I said sarcastically putting a sweet smile on my face. “Oh, I am the love of everyone!” I mocked stepping around and failing my arms. “I can stalk any woman I please because I am PRINCE and I am so HANDSOME!”
He made a face, that was a cross between irritated and amused. “Well is that so?” he said with this look that made me stop and stare at him. I shouldn’t have stopped, I saw it coming but I didn’t move fast enough. His arm came around from behind him, and next thing I felt was wine in my face and dripping down my dress. I stood there, my eyes closed tightly, as I furrowed my brow. Okay, I had to register this for a moment. The Prince just threw wine in my face, the PRINCE just did that…
I swiped one hand down my face to catch any extra liquid so I could open my eyes and then narrow them at the Prince. I let out a light growl before looking back and forth. I smirked stooping down and scooping up a handful of mud in my hands throwing it with all the force I could muster into his face. “Ha!” I snapped, with a triumphant tone to my voice.
He coughed a moment, wiping it out of his eyes, “You little…”
The next thing that happened, happened so fast, he grabbed me, with such force we were on the ground and he was grinding mud onto my dress and my hair looming over me. “See how you like it!” he said and I grabbed onto his hand flipping us over, and just happened to push him into a puddle of mud nearby.
I pushed myself up and back pedaled as we looked at one another. There was several long moments as we looked at one another. I saw some of the mud falling out of his hair, and I couldn’t help myself anymore.
I started to laugh.
This was utterly ridiculous. Both of us adults, covered in mud, and wrestling because -- I couldn’t even really remember why anymore. I leaned over, and tried to calm my giggles, and I could hear him laughing too. He was getting up, and I was kneeling finally, looking up at him.
“You… Thank you…” He said to me, reaching a hand out, “I think that may have been the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” he smiled, as I took his hand and he helped me up. “That was ridiculous.”
