Second Chance Mate

Author Intro!      Hello everyone my name is Laila! This is my first story on Dreame. I wrote a lot back in high school and my freshmen year of college but took a break to be a stay-at-home mom. I plan on updating every Thursday. If you have any questions leave them in the comments as the story progress. If your questions aren’t answered in the story I’ll do a Q&A at the end of the story. Hope you all enjoy the story!    -Laila Wiz     Chapter 1  {Aria's POV}        Stepping out of the car, we could hear the music blasting from inside Bottle, the newest nightclub in the city. I frowned as soon as I saw the line was wrapped around the corner. I hate going out, but my sisters refused to let me spend my twenty-first birthday at home.         "Let's just go back home. The line is so long that by the time we get in, my birthday will be over." I complained. Vanessa and Isabel both rolled their eyes at the same time.         When I was thirteen years old, my parents were killed. Since I had no other relatives, I would have been sent to foster care, but an old friend of my mother's decided to take me. That's when I met Vanessa and Isabel.       Flashback     Sitting in art class there was a knock on the door. The principal and a police officer pull me out of art class. We go to the principal's office, where they tell me my parents had an accident and passed away. That’s when everything goes black, and I could hear the officer calling for an ambulance. The next thing I know, I'm lying in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm. I slowly sit up, wondering how I got here. Then it all comes back. My parents are dead, immediately, tears start pouring from my eyes.         Coming from the hallway, I can hear three voices. "Her parent’s last will and testament states if anything should happen to them, Aria will go to you. With no other relatives, if you don't take her, she'll be placed in foster care." The first voice says.         "Of course I'll take her; she's my Godchild. Doctor, how is she doing now? The officers told me she fainted when she was told about her parents," I heard from the second voice.         "All her vitals are normal; she just needs rest and maybe grief counseling when she is ready. I can take you to see her right now," replied the doctor. My door opens and in walks the doctor with a tall, beautiful Hispanic woman.         " Hello Ari, I'm so sorry for your loss, sweetie." The woman tells me.         I can't help staring at her; I've seen her before. She has lightly tanned skin that's covered in tattoos, with long wavy hair that stops just before her butt. Then, looking into her beautiful green eyes, it hits me. "The photograph!" I accidentally said out loud. Everyone is looking at me, confused.      "I was going through Mamas' things one day and found a photograph of you and her. She told me you were her best friend, Madora but lost contact when she left "the home."  Madoras' eyes began to water; when I mentioned the home, it was code for the coven. My mother was a witch but was shunned for falling in love with a non-magical human.         Knock, Knock, Knock. "May we come in?" We hear from the door.         "Yes, come in" replies Madora. Slowly walking in is a very tall man with two girls following closely behind him.   "Ari, this is my husband David and our twin daughters, Vanessa and Isabel. We were hoping you would come to stay with us?" She cautiously asked.         I thought back to what I overheard the doctor saying that I would be put in foster care if I don't go with them. I broke down crying all over again, releasing that I'm never going to see my parents again. The two little girls who have been quiet this whole time run over to me and pull me into a tight bear hug.         "It's gonna be okay, sis; we got you," says Isabel. I hugged them both tightly, crying even harder now.       "Can we go home?" I asked with a shaky voice.         "Of course, sweet, I'll go sign your discharge paperwork now," David told me. Since that day, the Wells have been my family.        “Who said anything about waiting in line?” Isabel asked, pulling me out of that painful memory. She grabbed both of our hands and dragged us to the front of the line.         "Names and IDs?" Asked the colossal bouncer.         "We have a VIP section reserved for the birthday girl here, Aria Wells," Replied Vanessa as we handed him our IDs.         The bouncer smiles at me then steps aside for us to walk in. "Happy twenty-first birthday Aria; we have the gold room reserved for you on the second floor." He says as he hands us back our IDs and gives us our V.I.P wristbands.         I followed my sisters down the dark creepy hall. I began to feel a little bit nervous. I’m definitely more of a homebody, so clubs really aren’t my thing.  At the end of the hall was another bouncer standing next to the V.I.P entrance.         “Can I help you, ladies,” He said as he licked his lips.         Guys trying to hit on us wasn’t something new. Vanessa was a personal trainer that made sure we all stayed fit. All three of us had what people call hourglass figures. With full C-D cups and ass for days. The bodysuits we were wearing hugged our curves perfectly. The twin’s bodysuits were black and white which made their tan skin look like it was glowing. While I wore an all-white bodysuit that made my caramel skin look mouth-watering.          “We have the gold room reserved,” Isabel said while showing him her wristband.     “The gold room is the best V.I.P room in the club. You have a personal attending. Her name is Madison. She’ll meet in the gold room, it’s on the second floor and the last room on the left.” The bouncer says as he moves over for us to enter the V.I.P door.