Alexia J. Delvalle

"I had lived my whole life in a glass box, I let my fears and insecurities blind me and the consequence was to lose someone I loved. That was my fault, I accept it."

Skyler O'Brian is 18 years old and has started to complete his senior year of high school with his best friend Lisa.
Her life was not perfect but she likes what she had, parents who adore her, food, home and she had her best friend for everything. Why complain when something is good?

In itself a fairly normal life of course, until something that does not fit in his worldly life happens, something that scares her deeply.
From that moment everything changes, even the way she looks at the new boys, they hid something.

Everything starts to get complicated when creatures out of stories, myths, and legends appear causing a lot of confusion, entanglements as well as problems.

Skyler will have to face what she fears the most to save herself and those she loves or everything will be chaos.

But, when the line between friend and enemy is blurred, can you trust someone?

Because sometimes evil can hide disguised of the brightest light.

"I will give you one advice child, choose well who you trust when you are wounded because it is easier to be stabbed by a friend than by an enemy"

Beauty Of Darkness

“I once told you to hide your heart. You should have listened to me. " 


I was sitting in the dining room of my house having breakfast with my parents. 


My mother as always was with her habit for control while my father advised her to relax a bit. 


I smile watching them, if only I could stop time and freeze it right now, when I was fine, when I was happy. 


I get up from the chair when the image changes to something much more unpleasant. 


I feel the fear invade me again, again the blood soaks the floor and my shoes. 


I look again at my mother's shattered body, my tears come to the surface, soaking my cheeks. 


I did not want to continue seeing this, the image changes again, this time it was my father trying to talk to me while she was choking on her own blood and I could not do anything to help her. 


The scene vanishes when a new memory comes to the fore, the cell, the beatings, the room, the abuse. 


Chapter XVI