Hellooooooooooooooo.So this is my first book. I have just conjured a few ideas. I am not very sure if this will be a good book at all. Hopefully, you will like it. Whelp, better start writing. Before that, I would love it if you could show some support.

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Some years ago

The forest was ablaze. Flames swiveled in the dark night, burning tree bark and transforming leaves into ash. Inside the great glimmering inferno was a car, the front hood dented, and the windows cracked.

Inside the car was a boy.

Nobody knew at the time. Firefighters had just arrived at the scene, and the police were busy keeping the crowd from getting too close. From their view, the only thing visible was the huge, red monster gobbling the forest and turning it into nothing but ash and dirt.

Then everything went white. Smoke rose over them, settling into their lungs and forcing them to keep their eyes shut. The fire swallowed everything in its path, and soon, the woods will be gone.

That was when they set eyes on the vehicle. Paint chipped of. Wheels punctured and leather seats sunken. They prayed no one was in there, but deep down, they knew what they would find. Because cars most definitely didn't drive down long, narrow roads. They didn't slam into trees, flip several times in the air, and explode

Not on their own. But a mortal could. A mortal could transform a picturesque forest into a wasteland. They could transform a beautiful face, with startling dark green eyes into a candle of wax, dripping till nothing, not even skin or bone remained.

The fire had stripped away almost everything. Including the soul in the car. People whispered that they would need dental records to identify him.

But that would come later. For now, the authorities would have to find a way to get him out of the car.

Father back, in the darkest corner of the forest, a boy made his calculations, too, counting off suspects.

One, two, three....four?

Well, time would reveal everything. Time and a carefully crafted plan. Until then, the boy would put on a mask and sit like a doll on a shelf, waiting patiently. It was the only way to escape this hellhole. That burning skeleton had once been alive, breathing, and he had been loved.

Held.

Kissed.

Not anymore. The fire had transformed him into something unrecognizable, and the sight made the boy tremble, tears sliding down like a fountain on his cheeks. No...

He needed to be strong. To be cold, like a porcelain doll. Porcelain limbs couldn't tremble, and a heart made of plastic couldn't ache this terribly. It couldn't break. It couldn't bleed.

But eyes made of glass could see everything.

Now, the boy turned away from the wreckage, an image begin to unfold behind his eyes. There was a luxurious mansion, high up on a hill, and a very exclusive list of guests.

And maybe, if everything went as planned, his porcelain limbs would turn back to flesh, and his heart would soften to red.

But first, there would be fire.

James POV:

"I can't believe that you are doing this to me!!!" I shouted angrily at my parents, mostly at my father." I am your son for God's sake." My sister was standing aside, with an unreadable expression on her face.

"You will marry him, and that is final." my father replied.

"You don't get to choose who I marry. It is my life. If you want this marriage so much, why don't you go to marry him?" I retorted with anger.

The old man's eyes darkened.

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!! I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO!! YOU ARE AN OMEGA AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TO SAY NO TO ME!! I REGRET EVEN HAVING YOU!! DON'T THINK THAT I DON'T KNOW THAT YOU ARE STILL IN LOVE WITH THAT FUCKER!!"

I was shocked. My father, the man who always told me that it was fine to be an omega and I should be proud to be one, that I could be anything that I wanted to be, that I never had to do what I wasn't comfortable with, was saying the things that I never thought he could say. Not until this moment.

My eyes welled up with tears as I screamed at him. " YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT!! HE WAS MY LIFE!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU!! I FUCKING HATE ALL OF YOU!! YOU LIARS!! I HOPE YOU DIE AND GO TO HELL!!!!"

Then I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it tightly.

I could not hold it in any longer as my tears began pouring out uncontrollably. He could not do this to me. He knew that I still loved him. So why is he doing this to me? I cried for what felt like an eternity. I have decided. I am going to run away. I cannot stay here anymore. Anything else is better compared to this shithole of a family.

The next morning, I walked down the stairs with hope. I looked at the clock. It showed 7:30. I still had an hour before work. I work at a very busy café as the manager. It has long hours, but the pay is good.

As I walked past the dining room, I saw my father seated there with a questionable look on his face. He looked up, and my eyes were met with his.

"Sit." he said.

"No need, I am going to be late for work."

"I said sit."

I sighed. No use arguing with him. As I took a seat, he began to speak. "You are forbidden from working for as long as this marriage is due."

What? Had I heard him right?

"What......What do you mean I can't go to work?"

"I know you, James. You will most likely attempt to run away. I can't let that happen."

I clenched my fists in anger. I could feel my nails digging into my palms. So I was a business deal now. A business deal with no rights.

Rule number 1. Never let anybody know you too well.