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  Title Page

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  ALARICK – BOOK 1 | FLICK – BOOK 2 | MYKEL – BOOK 3 | KENDRIC – BOOK 4

  ALARICK | BELLA JEWEL 2020

  DEDICATION

  ~*ALARICK*~

  ALARICK | Copyright © 2020 Bella Jewel

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  PROLOGUE | NOW - BRIELLA

  1 | NOW - BRIELLA

  2 | THEN – BRIELLA

  3 | NOW – BRIELLA

  4 | THEN – BRIELLA

  5 | NOW - BRIELLA

  6 | THEN – BRIELLA

  6 | NOW – BRIELLA

  7 | THEN – BRIELLA | 16 YEARS OLD

  8 | NOW – BRIELLA

  9 | THEN – BRIELLA | 18 YEARS OLD

  10 | NOW – BRIELLA

  11 | THEN – BRIELLA

  12 | NOW – BRIELLA

  13 | THEN – BRIELLA

  14 | NOW – BRIELLA

  15 | THEN - BRIELLA

  16 | NOW – BRIELLA

  17 | THEN- BRIELLA

  18 | NOW – BRIELLA

  19 | THEN – BRIELLA

  20 | NOW – BRIELLA

  21 | NOW – BRIELLA

  FLICK | BELLA JEWEL 2020

  DEDICATION

  ~*FLICK*~

  FLICK | Copyright © 2020 Bella Jewel

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  PROLOGUE | FLICK – THEN

  1 | BRIELLA

  2 | FLICK

  3 | BRIELLA

  4 | FLICK

  5 | BRIELLA

  6 | FLICK

  7 | BRIELLA

  8 | FLICK

  9 | BRIELLA

  10 | FLICK

  11 | BRIELLA

  12 | FLICK

  13 | BRIELLA

  14 | FLICK

  15 | BRIELLA

  15 | FLICK

  16 | BRIELLA

  17 | FLICK

  18 | BRIELLA

  19 | FLICK

  20 | BRIELLA

  21 | FLICK

  22 | BRIELLA

  23 | FLICK

  24 | BRIELLA

  25 | FLICK

  26 | BRIELLA

  27 | FLICK

  28 | BRIELLA

  MYKEL | BELLA JEWEL 2020

  DEDICATION

  ~*MYKEL*~

  MYKEL | Copyright © 2020 Bella Jewel

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  PROLOGUE

  1 | WAVERLY

  2 | WAVERLY

  3 | WAVERLY

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  KENDRIC | BELLA JEWEL 2020

  DEDICATION

  ~*KENDRIC*~

  KENDRIC | Copyright © 2020 Bella Jewel

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  PROLOGUE | KENDRIC

  1 | ZARIAH

  2 | ZARIAH

  3 | ZARIAH

  4 | ZARIAH

  5 | ZARIAH

  6 | ZARIAH

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  18 | KENDRIC

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  21 | ZARIAH

  22 | KENDRIC

  23 | ZARIAH

  THE END

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  ALARICK – BOOK 1

  FLICK – BOOK 2

  MYKEL – BOOK 3

  KENDRIC – BOOK 4

  ALARICK

  BELLA JEWEL 2020

  DEDICATION

  To Lance

  For believing in me and kicking my ass to keep writing even when I didn’t want to.

  For this awesome title. I suppose it’s pretty good ☺

  For always making me laugh, even if I occasionally snort.

  For loving me harder than I’ve ever been loved.

  For being the best damn thing to ever happen to me.

  This is for you.

  It’s always for you.

  ~*ALARICK*~

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  Copyright © 2020 Bella Jewel

  ALARICK is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  As always, my heartfelt thanks to every single blogger, reader and author that has supported my journey. From reading my books, to sharing them, to raving about them, to being there for me. Thank you. My career would be nothing without any of you.

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  And, last but certainly not least, to my loyal readers. To each and every one of you that picks up my books and give me a chance. To the reviews you write, good or bad. To the time you take to make me a better person. You make this real for me; never stop giving such love and passion. You make our journey so amazing.

  PROLOGUE

  NOW - BRIELLA

  “How are you feeling, Briella?”

  I stare at Dr. Peterson who is looking at me from over the top of his glasses, his head tipped forward, his expression kind. He’s tall, with greying hair and gentle brown eyes. He’s always wearing the same lab coat with the same coffee stain, and yet it makes you feel like you know him just a little better. If you could pick a doctor, it would be him. He makes you feel like you’re going to be okay, like everything in the world isn’t as scary as it seems when you’re sitting in his office receiving bad news.

  Do they teach that in medical school?

  How to make people feel like their world isn’t crumbling around them when they receive bad news?

  I bet they do.

  I bet he aced that class, because without him I never would have handled the news he dealt to me only a week earlier.

  “I’m okay,” I tell him. “To be honest, I feel ... normal. I mean, I get headaches but nothing that is any different to my usual ones.”

  He nods, writing something down on his laptop before looking back at me. “That’s all normal for this stage, but as your tumor grows, those headaches will get worse. You may also experience numbness, paralysis in one side, vision loss, fatigue, nausea, and vomiting, just to name a few.”

  “Wow,” I murmur. “Hit me right with the ugly details, Doc.”

  He chuckles. “It’s my job, I’m afraid. Are you getting any sleep?”

  I shrug and nod. “Yeah, I am sleeping well. Like I said, right now, I feel normal. Like there is nothing going on inside me, you know? If I didn’t come in here and get all those tests, I’d probably think I just had a virus that was causing more headaches than normal. Is that how this is supposed to feel?”

  He nods. “For a while, yes. A lot of people have these things and don’t know, but you found yours early enough that you shouldn’t have any long-term damage from it. Provided you follow my advice and have it removed as soon as possible. The longer you leave it, the worse it’ll get, and you’ll be putting your life at risk.”

  Right.

  My life.

  Nothing major.

  Exhale.

  “Again with the hitting me with the horrible truth.”

  He smiles, warmly. He does that a lot. Like he thinks my sarcastic personality is enjoyable. I cross my arms and lean back in the chair, staring out the window at the blue sky that we haven’t seen for quite a few days now.

  Rain always finds a way of showing up when you don’t want it. Like a dark cloud that drags you down.

  God.

  I’m making myself crazier, I swear.

  “Have you spoken to your family about this yet?”

  I snort, softly, so it’s still lady like. “No. My mom is dead.”

  He blinks, shocked. “She’s dead?”

  “Yes, dead. Gone. I lost her five years ago. My father died when I was just a baby.”

  “Do you have siblings?”

  “A sister, and two step siblings,” I mumble.

  “Are you close with any of them?”

  I exhale, crossing my arms. “I am with my sister, when she’s not driving me crazy. The other two, once, yeah. We were close. Not so much anymore. When my mom died, I just ... I didn’t deal. I stayed with them and I just felt so broken. Things went bad, I suppose, it’s a long story. I ran one day, it just, got too much and I haven’t spoken to them since. But, you’ll be glad to hear I’m going home. I kind of have to. My sister is ... in some trouble and well, I want to sort that out before I get this surgery.”

  “I wouldn’t recommend waiting long, Briella. Your symptoms will only proceed to get worse, and, as I said ...”

  “Yeah, my life, I get it. But, if I don’t go and fix this, and something goes wrong in my surgery, she’s going to be left with nobody. I’m all she has left. I’ll go, I won’t be long, and I’ll break the news when I’m there.”

  He nods. “I’d like you to keep in contact, find a doctor there so I’m able to keep your blood work and scans up to date. You can’t go without getting checks. If anything, and I mean anything, starts to get worse, you need to come back immediately. Please understand that this is dangerous, and it could change at any moment.”

  “I know,” I say softly. “I know that.”

  “I’ll be ready for you when you return.”

  I sigh. “Doc?” I ask, standing and gathering a bunch of scripts he’s given me, mostly for pain relief.

  “Yeah?”

  “The surgery, it’s dangerous, right?”

  He looks to me, and then stands and slides his glasses off. “It is. The tumor is located on a difficult part of the brain, but not impossible. There are a lot of risks, but it is growing and if we don’t go in and remove it, or at least try, it’ll eventually paralyze you, or worse ...”

  I swallow, and my chest aches.

  Right.

  It’ll kill me.

  Eventually.

  “And the chances of it being cancer?”

  He purses his lips, and then says, “Tumors of this sort are usually benign, but we have found malignant ones. We won’t know until we go in and test it, however your blood work has been exceptional and we aren’t able to find a spread of cancer anywhere else in your body, so that’s a very good sign.”

  “Is there a way to make it smaller without surgery?”

  He nods. “There are ways, yes, but as I said the location is risky. Even if we make it smaller, which is definitely an option, we’re still going to have to go in and remove it. My advice would be to do it before it grows much more. We can look at radiation to shrink it, if this is something you’d like to consider. Usually, though, we take it out and then follow with radiation to remove the remaining tumor. That would be the option I would suggest, if any.”

  I exhale.

  “I’ll think about it and we can discuss it more with the surgery team when I get back for my next appointment. I won’t be gone long and then we can discuss the next step. Thanks doc.”

  “You’re very welcome.”

  I turn to walk out, and he calls, “Oh, and Briella?”

  I look back at him.

  “Make sure you do tell your family for their support, it is important.”

  I smile, weakly, then nod.

  We’ll see about that.

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  NOW - BRIELLA

  I lift my sunglasses up and place them on the top of my head as I glance toward the tattoo shop that once I loved hanging out in. King’s Ink. Once, it was run by my mother’s husband, King Jr, who was also the President of local motorcycle club, King’s Descendants. The club that was passed down from his father, King
Senior and so on.

  I loved this shop when I was about fifteen. Gosh, I used to come in here and sit on the chairs and watch King tattoo people. He would spend hours drawing designs and forever putting those designs on people’s bodies. I loved the way the tattoo gun sounded, the way the shop always smelled clean, and the way it strangely felt like him. Growing up here, it wasn’t so bad.

  Until it was bad.

  And everything changed.

  I swallow the lump in my throat as I approach the door. I know Alarick runs the shop now. I also know he runs the club. When King Jr died, we all knew Alarick would step up. I often wondered growing up if he’d pick a different path. His father could be a dangerous man and that life could be tricky, but Alarick took his place, like his loyalty was stronger than his desire to change the world he lived in.

  I wonder, even to this day, why my mother picked King Jr to fall in love with. I remember the first time I met him as vividly as if it were right here, right now. I remember thinking that there was no way this was our new family. There was no way this man, standing in front of me, his body covered in tattoos and piercings, his beard long and thick, was my new step-father.

  He was. And I grew to kind of love him.

  With him came the entirety of his club.

  Plus his two kids, Alarick and Sissy.

  They were both older than Magnolia and me. I was only ten when I met them, and Magnolia was nine. Sissy was fifteen and Alarick was seventeen.

  “Well, well, the prodigal daughter returns.”

  I spin around at the sound of a female voice and see Sissy standing behind me on the footpath. My heart races as I take her in. She never liked me. God, no, she hated me with a passion. She was jealous and angry and a troublemaker. She made my life hell, even when I tried to stay the hell out of her way. I knew coming back here would mean I had to face her, I was just hoping she wouldn’t be the face I saw first.

  “Sissy,” I murmur, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes as I take her in.

  Not a great deal has changed in the last five years. She would be nearly thirty now, and she still looks like she’s twenty-five. They got great looks; I can’t take that away from them. Her hair is dark and long, heavy with curls. Her body is tall and lean, her breasts big, no doubt fake, and her eyes the color of pond algae. But don’t let that turn you off, they’re beautiful and they set back perfectly in her olive skin. She’s beautiful, and she knows it.