Leif (Existence) Glines, Abbi () Genre: ->LEIF (Existence #) LEIF is a novella that consist of Leif's point of views in both Existence and Predestined. Also. "GAH! Have you seen Leif? I mean honestly can he get any hotter? Oh, yes he can." Miranda Wouters, my best friend since elementary school, squealed as she . Existence Series by Abbi Glines 1)Existence 2)Predestined ) Leif 3)Ceaseless . Existence - Abbi nessmorrrazzcontde.ga KB. Predestined - Abbi nessmorrrazzcontde.ga 1 MB.
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I just need more time. I had to make her see there was more to me than a popular football player. Stupidly, I'd thought making myself wanted among her peers would win her heart. I should've known better. Pagan wasn't shallow. Father was gone, leaving me standing in the darkness alone once more. He was no help.
Needing her love wasn't something he would ever understand. My parent's relationship had absolutely nothing to do with love. Why was I so different from them? Lifting my eyes back to the direction of Pagan's house I waited for him to leave.
I would not let Death leave with her soul. I had to do something to protect her without alerting him. But what?
I could feel her anxiety as she stood there. This was a good sign. At least she was coming to me because I was still unsure how to approach her again.
Stepping out into the hallway, my joy at having her waiting to speak with me was diminished by the fact Death stood somewhere nearby. I couldn't see him but I could feel his icy cold presence. As much as I wanted to make this easy on her I knew I couldn't. Death knew I wasn't human. I didn't want to alert him to my true intentions. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms. She nibbled her bottom lip nervously.
Death moved closer to us and I fought back the cringe that crawled over me at his nearness. I did sign up to tutor for extra credit and I shouldn't have treated you the way I did," she paused and stared up at me with an anxious expression.
I wanted to ease her mind but I couldn't. Not here. Not with him watching and listening. I would do whatever she allowed just to be close to her.
But Dankmar was near. I kept the bored expression on my face and pretended to be thinking her offer over. When it looked like she might bolt, I replied, "Are you offering because of Mr. Did he make you do this? One day soon I'd be able to reach out and smooth it away with my fingertips,,, or lips. I was wrong and, honestly, I don't even know you well enough to form an opinion of you. I'm offering to help because you need it. That's what I signed up for and that's why I'm here now.
Even though that should worry me, it didn't. The simple admission made me smile. I couldn't help but laugh. I'll see you later. Leaving her alone with Dankmar so close by bothered me. But he didn't need to know I sensed him just like he didn't need to know, I intended to take Pagan's soul before he could.
After all, her soul was mine. Death was talking to her - Leif "Dat's good son. Da gurl is right dare witin yor reach. Don worry bout de Death. De gurl's soul don mean notin to him. His top hat was cocked back on his head, which meant he'd been drinking heavily and was in a very good mood.
I don't want to get on her bad side tonight. She isn't a fan of me yet. I was going to make sure of it. You don 'ave time for anytin else. Dankmar is close on her heels.
He was right of course. I had to find a way into Pagan's heart and fast. Pagan opened the door almost immediately. The look on her face wasn't promising. I'd pissed her off again. Flashing her my most sincere smile I began apologizing. I feel bad you're having to work around my schedule. I know seven is late and, well, I'm sorry.
She was beautiful. Go ahead and sit at the table and I'll get us something to drink. Do you like root beer? I followed her inside. I wasn't sure I'd ever had a root beer but that admission would sound odd. Her living room wasn't new to me. I'd been here so many times before. Watching over her. Consoling her.
Now, she was helping me. This time she would remember my being here. Just knowing that what we had would finally be real to her was exciting. When she walked back into the room I decided to ease the nervous tension surrounding us. This should be easy. I have one week before the first speech is due and it needs to be on something I feel strongly about. That was a loaded word.
One I knew a lot about. She rolled her eyes, "You know, something you feel strongly about. Like your purpose or platform. Let's think of something I'm passionate about. I decided I'd throw her little know-it-all ideas for a loop.
It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. I'd just surprised the hell out of her. She wanted an explanation. Good thing I had one.
I'd given up hope that I would get a family by the time I turned nine because most people want babies. I was given a chance most nine year old foster kids only dream of.
I, uh, can see why this would be an important topic for you. I hadn't meant to make her sad. I'd just wanted to redeem myself somehow. She thought so little of me already.
I thought maybe you missed the happy ending. It's just, well, I wasn't expecting that. You kind of surprised me. You sure have put a lot of thought into someone you don't like very much. If I could show her I wasn't the guy she thought I was then I had hope that she'd love me back someday. Preferably soon. From the way her eyes followed me down the hall and studied me from across the cafeteria, I knew her feelings toward me were changing. Our nights spent studying were now easy.
We talked and laughed with none of the awkwardness that I'd been faced with in the beginning. She wasn't nervous around me anymore. My only problem was the fact Death was still watching her. I could feel her gaze on me as she walked down the hallway. She wanted me to turn and look at her.
The attraction was like a tingling sensation running through my body. But I couldn't. Death was near her. He was the cold barrier keeping me from saying anything to her or even meeting her gaze. He'd see me and study me too closely. I didn't want him to realize the soulless being that he was obviously dismissing was more than he assumed. I wasn't one of Hell's many servants. I was the Prince of Voodoo. Dankmar didn't need to realize that too soon. It would mess up everything.
He spoke ,,, and Pagan heard him. Could she see Death too? I knew my claim on her soul allowed her to see lost souls but could it also let her see Death as well? Listening to the guys around me talking about Friday night's game was impossible. I needed to hear what he was saying.
Why was Dankmar talking to a soul? What could he possibly have to say to her? He was here to take her, or at least try to. This was not normal. I needed to speak to my father. He would understand this. I tuned out everyone around me but Pagan.
I couldn't see Dankmar. I could only feel him. I also couldn't hear him. But she could. She was speaking to him. What did that mean? Dammit I needed to hear what he was saying too. Slowly she turned her head to look at him. He must be beside her. I still could only see her. But she was studying him closely. Was her time drawing near and he was letting her know?
Didn't he normally just do that with children? Why would he be giving her a heads-up?