Author’s Note: I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. So before my brain could change its mind, I wrote the prologue. (My apologies in advance for any errors I may have made.) I would love to know what you think—if you hate it, love it, or are simply bored to death—so your opinions/comments/criticisms are all welcome and extremely appreciated. :) Also, the voice/style of the prologue will be a little different from that of the rest of the story.

PS. Although this is supernatural, it isn’t about vampires, devils, angels, fairies, and the like. I decided to create my own beings. But, alas, no more spoilers. I really hope you like it.

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PROLOGUE

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Our story takes place in what some would call an elite society. The elite society. Of course, the term elite should not be used lightly. The rich would not so easily forgive those who secretly harbor any hate toward them. No no. Perhaps it would be more correct to say that they would not care what anyone outside their very selective upper-class circles thought. Rather like a fly on one’s shoulder – outsiders were inferior, annoying, but easily forgettable.

And of course, the flies never minded being flicked off or swatted. They, being both eager and stupid, always came back for more. However, there was one particular fly among them who wished she could be anywhere else but here.

Recently instigated in the elite society’s very, very elite high school, was a girl by the name of Honey Smith. No, not Chesterfield or Van Trappe or Ellsworth or de Bruene-Millier, but simply Smith. A very ordinary girl, from a very ordinary family, and about to live among a very extraordinary class of people.

Honey, unlike others of her own class, was also painfully aware of where she stood, and had no desire to lick the polished shoes of the rich. Yet, despite the stereotyped images of these people, she could not bring herself to dislike them. They were courteous, friendly, athletic, intelligent, and oh, so very good-looking. It must be the triple-distilled, partially chilled, and overtly expensive bottled water they drank. They simply bred gorgeousness. So, tried as she might, Honey couldn’t help but be charmed by her surroundings and the people who occupied them.

However, what Honey did not know was that the lazy, opulent façade of this particular society hid a secret – a deep, dark, and utterly dangerous secret.

Every year, the oldest families, the financial backbones of the community, would allow and even fund the entrance of a vast array of ordinary citizens into their schools, hospitals, law offices, and whatnot. To the world, it was all a very charitable act, a sign of giving and sharing of wealth. In fact, Honey was offered a full scholarship to attend South Merritt Academy for her senior year. It was a bizarre name, really, considering there was no North, East, or West Merritt.

What the world did not notice was that almost all of those who came eventually left, or completely disappeared – quietly, discreetly, but surely. And every year, they would be replaced with a new batch. No one questioned. It just was.

But innocent, naïve little Honey did not know any better. She always believed that she was Murphy’s daughter, because her life chose to abide by every single one of Murphy’s Laws. The hands controlling her fate often followed one motto and one motto only: Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.

Which is exactly what happened when she met Adam. Coming from perhaps the most elite family of them all, Adam de Reine was no ordinary citizen. Michelangelo would have wept had he seen such a perfect specimen of man. And no doubt, Aphrodite herself would have been brought to her knees with a single glance.

Yet, he took an interest in Honey. And if nothing else, Honey was a very bright and observant girl. So it wasn’t long before she noticed something was amiss…

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