Unravelled

By Cheryl S. Ntumy

People think nothing ever happens where I live. It’s too quiet, too docile, too peaceful.

They don’t know the half of it. I am Conyza Bennett and I am the teen queen of things that go bump in the night…

Conyza Bennett is different to other girls her age - she can read minds for a start. But Connie is trying to put the drama of the supernatural world behind her and get on with living a normal life. Until the Cresta Crew arrive in town…

Because these boys aren't your average teenagers. For a start they are ridiculously good-looking and Connie can see that underneath their pretty faces something sinister lurks. Connie tries to discover more about the mysterious Cresta Crew, but her powers of telepathy don't work around these boys.

And as Connie gets closer to the Cresta Crew she begins to unravel a secret that could threaten to destroy everything she holds precious.

Book 2 in the Conyza Bennet series

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins UK
• Release date: Mar 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781472090997

Book preview

Prologue

August 2

The pain wakes him. For a moment he thinks he must have dreamed it, imagined the searing knife between his ribs. He sits up in bed and listens. Nothing. No one. But when he moves to lie down again he feels it, a scalpel of fire under the skin, cutting its way through the ribs to the pumping heart beneath.

He grits his teeth to muffle another cry and tumbles to the floor, the duvet in a tangle around his legs. He knows this pain. He’s felt it before. He has grown to accept the sudden twinges, the split-second stab while he sleeps, the dull, pulling ache that lingers in the background, daring him not to notice. It’s his constant companion. His curse.

But this is different. He rolls on the floor and curls into a foetal position as the pain strikes again, as if it’s trying to pry his chest open. Why? Why now? Something is wrong.

His breath comes in hissing gasps through his teeth. He presses his back against the bed, willing the cool wood to soothe the burning in his body, but it makes little difference. He needs to think. Why is the pull so intense? There must be a reason.

His mother would know, but he can’t ask her. The curse has destroyed her already, turned her once agile and curious mind into a whiteboard streaked with meaningless lines of colour.

He closes his eyes tight as another wave hits him. Think. Think! Dread creeps into his heart as he realises cold logic isn’t going to help him now. He can speculate all night, but what he needs is the truth.

Taking a deep breath, he drags himself to his feet and summons his power. His body begins to glow with blue light in the darkness of the room. He waits, allowing the energy to accumulate until his whole body burns with it – and then he lets go. Instantly his power explodes into chaotic fragments, making his skin crackle with static, shooting into his brain until blinding white spots dance before his eyes. Part of the power regresses into the realm of instinct, the dark shadowy place he has not visited in years. It’s easier than he expected; he feels a pang of shame. It’s as if he’s made no progress at all.

It doesn’t take long for the information to come to him, riding the wave of blue light flooding his veins. No wonder the pull has increased. They’re moving.

He panics, and energy shoots out of his hand and into the floor. The stinging stench of burnt synthetic fibres rises from the singed carpet. They’re moving, and they’re coming for him.

He opens his eyes, trying desperately to suck the power back into his control. He stands there, swaying with shock and horror. He has to do something. He has to stop them! He has come so far, worked so hard to keep the curse at bay, and they are about to ruin everything.

Connie! His heart twists with anguish. He can’t let them near her. He has to find a way… Another wave of pain strikes, wrenching an agonised scream from his throat and sending him toppling to the floor. On the way down his elbow slams hard against the large crystal on his bedside table, knocking the gem over. It lies on the floor beside his writhing figure, glowing blue. Through the haze of pain and panic he hears someone banging on the locked bedroom door.

Rakwena! Rakwena! Open this door! Rakwena, what happened?

Just before the last flickers of blue light sink back beneath his skin, he senses further information rising from the shadows. They’re not coming. They’re already here.

Chapter One

People think nothing ever happens in Botswana. It’s too quiet, too docile, too peaceful. Ha. They don’t know the half of it. I know everything that goes on around here, and I’m not talking about gossip. I’m talking about monsters under beds, eerie vibes in the ether, mysterious whispers in the night. I am the teen queen of things that go bump in the night.

Right now I’m hunched down in the front lines, preparing for a supernatural attack. My general is in the trench beside me, rifle at the ready, so to speak. We’re here to solve a mystery of the mystical kind, and both of us are only too aware of all the magical powers lurking in the room.

It seems like an ordinary ramshackle house on the seedier side of Ginger, one of those slapdash brick and cement structures that look like they went up in a matter of hours. It’s cold inside, and there’s very little furniture. A few plastic chairs, a warped wooden table, a small electric stove and a cooler box in the corner. Innocent. Sympathy-inducing. Or so one would think.

In reality, this little house is crawling with malicious intent. Somebody here is hiding something.

My general, otherwise known as my grandfather, speaks first. When was the last time you saw your son?

The woman shifts slightly on the floor, tucking her skirt around her slim thighs. Two days. He went to school in the morning and never came back. Her voice breaks and she lowers her gaze, presumably to hide her tears.

But I’m getting a funny vibe from this lady. I zero in on her mind. Her demeanour is guarded, but her thoughts aren’t. She has the flimsiest fence of deceit wrapped around her emotions, because she has no idea who she’s dealing with. My grandfather likes to bring me along on missions as his secret weapon. People think I’m just a kid, harmless, coming to watch the elders at work. They’re wrong. I’m no ordinary teenager. I’m a telepath.

I step over the woman’s defences with ease, and her deceptions are so obvious it’s almost funny. She knows exactly where the little boy is. She’s the one hiding him.

Conyza!

Huh? I jerk awake in the passenger seat, startled by the sound of my grandfather’s voice. Sorry, Ntatemogolo. Did you say something?

He takes his gaze off the road just long enough to examine me with those all-seeing eyes of his. Were you sleeping?

No! I protest indignantly. Of course I was sleeping, and lost in a grainy black and white dream featuring Conyza Bennett, supernatural detective. I was just about to expose that woman and prove to my grandfather how incredibly smart I am, and he had to go and wake me up.

I look at Ntatemogolo, all wide-eyed innocence. I’m awake, really.

He grunts. He does that a lot. It generally means he thinks I’m talking complete nonsense. I sigh, feeling only slightly abashed. I know it’s impolite to doze off while your eminent grandfather is imparting great wisdom, but I’m exhausted from our three-hour telepathic training session. For the past six months, Ntatemogolo has been brutal. It’s not enough that I can read and plant thoughts in people’s minds. I also have to be able to read the fading energy people leave behind in rooms and on objects. I have to be able to tell at a glance when someone is lying. I have to be able to break any mental barrier and part the murky waters that hide the truth. And I have to learn all this while trying to get through my final year of secondary school. Piece of cake.

Ntatemogolo isn’t your garden-variety grandfather. He’s got a head of greying hair and a neatly trimmed beard with flecks of white. He’s tough, brilliant and completely uninterested in etiquette or political correctness. It’s a miracle that he’s even giving me a lift home today. He never drives me anywhere; he thinks anyone under forty should be able to make daily cross-country treks. It just happens that he’s heading home to Serowe, so I got lucky.

The ancient Toyota Venture bumps along the road, making my teeth rattle, and pulls up in front of my father’s house. It’s an old house, painted a colour that used to be white but is now closer to grey. We have a couple of trees, but no garden, no flowers, no carefully designed yard. Instead there’s lots of bare sand, some overgrown grass, and a few weeds. My best friend Lebz says our yard is unkempt, but I prefer to call it unpretentious.

I step out of the car, glad to have made it home in one piece. I slam the passenger door shut and the entire vehicle trembles. For a second I’m afraid it will collapse, but somehow it holds. Ntatemogolo’s gaze passes over the empty space where Dad’s red Volvo is usually parked. He glances at me for confirmation that Dad is out, and only when I nod does he open the door and climb out of his car.

Eish. You’d think he and my father would have resolved their issues by now. They keep saying that they’re too different to be friends, but that’s not true. They both insist on driving cars that are older than me. They’re both academics, far more concerned with acquiring knowledge than making sure their socks match. And they’re both incapable of accepting that their world view might be wrong. In all fairness, Ntatemogolo’s worldview is far more balanced than Dad’s, but it’s difficult for a man who believes in reason to accept that the world is full of things that science can’t explain.

Ntatemogolo doesn’t venture into the house. He lingers at the gate as if he thinks Dad might have left a pair of bespectacled eyes behind to keep watch. OK, my girl. Remember what I said, eh?

I nod, stifling a yawn. Ja, I remember: It is the responsibility of the gifted to never stop learning. It’s his new mantra, drummed into me at the start of every practice session. I couldn’t forget it if I wanted to. Bye, Ntatemogolo. Give my regards to everyone at home.

He smiles. Yes, I will.

To be honest, I’d rather keep my regards to myself. With my freckled caramel skin, mass of unruly curls and preference for English, I don’t quite fit in with my grandfather’s people, and they never let me forget it. But it doesn’t hurt to be polite. I wave as Ntatemogolo gets back into his death-trap car.

The house is quiet. Auntie Lydia, our house help, is long gone, and Dad must be at his office at UB (aka the University of Botswana), where he teaches Biology. I doubt he’s working on university stuff, though – lately he’s been absorbed in research for the Salinger Biological Institute.

I close the front door behind me and turn on the lights. I don’t mind being home alone. It doesn’t really feel like I’m alone when I’m here, surrounded by Dad’s stuff and things that remind me of my late mother.

My stomach is growling, so I head to the kitchen. Auntie Lydia has taken out yesterday’s leftovers. I pop them in the microwave and reach into my pocket for my phone. I’m tired, but not too tired to talk to Rakwena.

Hey. I’m home. Feel free 2 drop by

Sender: Conyza

Sent: 19:23:45

I’m at the petrol station around the corner. Ten mins

Sender: Lizard

Sent: 19:24:01

Talk about perfect timing. I can’t help smiling. I haven’t seen him all week because he’s been busy registering for his first semester at UB, and my grandfather has been monopolizing my free time with these training sessions. I miss Rakwena. I miss his cocky grin, his freshly ironed clothes, the badass scar that runs down the left side of his face, the black lizard tattoo on his left forearm and the way he always pushes my buttons. Technically he’s my boyfriend. Actually he is my rock-steady magic touch, my hero, my superstar sidekick. Rakwena is too cool for school.

The microwave emits a shrill PING! I retrieve my day-old potato wedges and steak. I wolf the food down, wash the plate and bolt to my room to make myself presentable. I swap my dirty cargoes and T-shirt for pyjama pants and my favourite Snoopy shirt, which is so old it’s stretched to twice its original size. I pull my hair out of the black scrunchie keeping it tame, run my hands through it and shake it out so I look like a seventies disco-diva.

The trick with Rakwena is not to get dolled up. No lip gloss, no subtle mascara, no Wonderbra. I want to look like I couldn’t care less that he’s coming over. It’s not enough to look relaxed and casual; I must look as if going through the trouble of putting on proper clothes and combing my hair never occurred to me. I’m going for a cavalier, don’t-give-a-damn kind of attitude. I wear the pants in this relationship. I can be as scruffy as I want but I expect him to show up looking as fresh as a kiwi and lemongrass smoothie.

I sprint to the living room, rifle through my Rachel McAdams DVD collection and select something at random. The Notebook. I snicker – he hates that one. I put on the DVD, go to the kitchen to make myself a cup of Milo, then settle down on the sofa with my legs curled under me. Just in time, too – I hear his car pull up outside. I’m itching to run to the door and watch him walk up the driveway, all tall, dark and mysterious, but I have to play it cool. I wait an agonising three minutes for him to knock on the door, then wait till he knocks a second time before I get up to let him in.

I sneak a peek at the time on my phone and fling open the door with a mock scowl. You’re six minutes late.

I’m tall and skinny, but he’s taller, with the lean, muscular physique of a runner. He offers me an apologetic grin and leans over to plant a half-hearted kiss on my cheek. He seems a little preoccupied. School stress already? Where’s Dr Bennett?

Out.

Good. He steps into the house, closes the door behind him and sweeps me up into a movie-worthy smooch.

Well, so much for playing it cool. I melt into his arms, losing myself in the sheer pleasure of being with him after five long days. Sigh! Rakwena’s energy seeps into my skin, sending delicious tingles through my body. When he touches me, sparks fly. Literally. How many other girls can say that?

I missed you, he says, pulling away to look at me. His eyes are bright with earnest emotion, a look so intense that my heart plays a two-second game of hop-scotch in my chest.

Of course you did. I think I need to kiss him again. Five days is a long time.

He runs a finger down the side of my face, and out of the corner of my eye I see blue light dancing on his fingertips. I pull him towards me and kiss him. Ah. Much better.

He raises an eyebrow at me. Can I assume you missed me, too?

That would be pushing it, I tell him happily. Hungry? We have leftover steak.

He holds up an anonymous white plastic bag. Through it I can see several chocolate bars and three fizzy drinks. "I came prepared. What are you watching? Not The Notebook again! He rolls his eyes. Can’t we watch the Discovery Channel?"

This is what happens when all the men in your life are super-smart. I just spent all afternoon working – I want to give my brain a break. I reach into the plastic bag for some chocolate and settle down on the sofa. So. Tell me all about your escapades at UB. What did you register for?

Rakwena sits next to me and opens his own bar of chocolate. You don’t really want to know about school. Let’s talk about you.

"It’s not school, it’s university." I bite into the chocolate and let it melt in my mouth. Thank God for Rakwena’s sweet-tooth.

He sighs, and I pick up a hint of impatience. Well, I’m taking all the sciences for first year – Bio, Chemistry, Physics and Maths. I’ll have my hands full.

What about work? His job at RikaElectrics isn’t the most exciting gig in the world, but he enjoys it and the money’s good.

I’ll still work on weekends and holidays. I have Thursdays free, too. But how have you been?

I finish off the chocolate and rest my head on his shoulder. Form Five sucks. I’ve never worked so hard in my life!

Aw, poor Connie, he teases. Your system must be in shock after all those years of sheer laziness.

I poke him in the ribs and he jerks out of my reach with a chuckle, then reaches into the plastic bag for one of the drinks. He opens it and downs it all in one go, then goes for the next one, drains it and goes for the third. I shake my head, smiling. Rakwena’s insane appetite is one of the many not-quite-normal things about him. One of the things I admire most about him is the fact that he flies his freak flag high. I’m not quite there yet, but I think his confidence is rubbing off on me a little.

I know I’m pretty, he says suddenly, but that doesn’t mean you should stare.

I roll my eyes and shove him. Confidence? I meant conceit. His laughter tapers off, and again I notice that there’s an anxious edge to him today.

You OK?

Sure. He flashes me a big smile. What’s new? Any gossip? Meet any new people?

Where would I meet new people? I counter. I go to the same places all the time.

His shrug is nonchalant, but that anxiety has crept into his voice. You know how you attract trouble.

Me?

Yes, you. So, nothing? Business as usual?

Business as usual. I study him through narrowed eyes. What’s your story? You seem nervous.

Of course I’m nervous, he replies, a little brusquely. I’m going to university and leaving you alone with all those idiots at Syringa. I’m allowed to be worried.

Ah. I can only assume that by idiots he’s referring to one idiot in particular. Thuli Baleseng was my crush for all of three dazed years before he finally deigned to notice me last year. I was thrilled that my perseverance had paid off, until he lured me into his room during a party and tried to have his way with me. It turned out that the brilliant, somewhat seedy Thuli was only after one thing – my gift. As soon as Rakwena and I became friends, Thuli realised I had to be different from other girls, because Rakwena wasn’t exactly Mr Friendly.

Thuli is a freak hunter, an ungifted obsessed with discovering the magical secrets of the gifted and using them for himself. Whether this is possible is debatable, but it didn’t stop the psycho from trying to get into my pants in the hope that my powers were contagious.

It was Rakwena who found me running madly through that huge house, and took me home. Ever since he has kept a special place for Thuli in his dark dungeon of hatred, and Thuli is too clever to risk life and limb by coming near me again.

Thuli isn’t a threat anymore, I assure him.

Maybe, but who knows? There could be others out there like him, others that just want to manipulate you, and I won’t be able to protect you as easily as before. He looks at me, his brow creased in concern. Maybe I should cut down on my classes.

I gape at him. Are you crazy? I don’t need a babysitter! I was fine all year while you were working!

Yes, but it’s different now.

Why?

He purses his lips and slumps against the cushions.

You’re overreacting, I tell him gently. I’m fine. And Lebz and Wiki are there to keep an eye on me.

Right. His smile is strained. Just stay out of trouble, OK? Promise me.

It’s been really quiet over the last few months; I really doubt –

Promise!

I sigh. Fine. I’ll stay out of trouble. I promise.

He pulls me close, squeezing me a little tighter than necessary, and I frown against his chest. Usually I’m the one who has premonitions, but suddenly I’m getting the feeling that Rakwena smells trouble.

**

It’s still dark outside. I’m sitting at my desk in my room, freshly showered and dressed for school. I couldn’t sleep after seeing Rakwena. His worries infected me, and I kept having funny dreams about alien sock puppets and evil garage bands. Finally I decided to get up and get some work done. Not schoolwork, though. The other kind.

The File lies open in front of me. It’s an ordinary yellow file, the type a lot of students use to keep their notes in order, but it’s filled with research on the supernatural, myths and folklore and any magical snippets that might come in handy. The File was my friend Wiki’s idea, inspired by the onset of my telepathic powers, and he’s been updating it regularly ever since. Normally it stays with Wiki, but I borrowed it to add some information on telepathy.

On the right-hand page is a rough identikit sketch from the front page of The GC Chronicle. The man in the sketch is thin, in his forties, with a distinguished air about him and a pair of round spectacles perched on a broad nose with flared nostrils. It’s John Kubega, the man we call the Puppetmaster. Last year he turned five schoolgirls into a gang of super-freaks and had them roaming the city of Gaborone, leading me on a merry chase. Rakwena and I managed to break the spell, but the Puppetmaster got away. Well, we broke the spell in four cases, anyway. I’m still not sure where one of the girls, Emily, stands.

I still remember the last time I saw her at the mall. She had a wicked, smug look on her face, as though she knew I knew her secret and didn’t care. It terrified me. She’s just a kid – thirteen or so. Once it became clear that she was still under his control, I made it my mission to save her, for real this time. But her family moved suddenly, and no one has heard from her since. I hate the idea that she might still be working for the Puppetmaster, but the scariest thing is the knowledge that she might not even be doing it under duress. I never got to find out for sure. She could be a puppet…or a willing servant.

I turn my attention back to the sketch. I don’t know how many times I’ve stared at it since the Puppetmaster disappeared. It’s as if I’m expecting to find a clue to his whereabouts hidden in the lines. I bite my lip as I look at the picture. The memory of his eerie house in Kgale Siding still haunts me. The house where he kept Rakwena and me trapped overnight, testing us. The house where Rakwena lost his senses and kissed me as though the world was about to end and salvation was hiding somewhere on my body. The house that vanished before our eyes when morning came…

I shake my head. This isn’t helping. I’m obsessing over this, and the truth is I’m probably never going to find the Puppetmaster. His face was plastered all over town for a few weeks, but more interesting scandals erupted and the story faded. By now he must have a new face, a new name, and a new plan.

So far there are no clues. Well, nothing but the premonition I had back in February, and it’s August now. In the premonition I saw an army of bewitched ungifted far more powerful than the girls we rescued, an army he is building for some unknown purpose. I know he’s out there, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, but I’m just a kid who can read minds. How on earth can I go up against a seasoned sorcerer with a magical army?

I’m startled by a sudden buzzing noise coming from the other room. I exhale; it’s only Dad’s alarm. I hear a muffled groan, a creaking noise and then footsteps.

I turn my attention back to the File. Where are you? I whisper to the sketch.

I suppose part of me expects a reply. He’s a sorcerer after all – he could speak to me through an identikit image if he wanted to. But the picture is silent and still, so I turn the page and skim through the notes I’ve been adding over the past few days. They’re just brief points I’ve gleaned from my grandfather, tips for telepaths, interesting little insights and so on. They’re handwritten, but reasonably legible.

I read for a while, making a few changes here and there, and then close the File and turn to the wooden chest at the corner of my desk. It was a birthday gift from my grandfather, a miniature version of the chest he keeps in his house. I pull it towards me and lift the heavy lid to reveal the contents. The small clay jar, bronze bell and beaded anklet came with the box. Beside them is a folded note.

The jar works a little like a supernatural vacuum cleaner; when I’m plagued by negative energy I put my hand over it and it sucks out all the dirt. I’ve only used it twice – both times after particularly trying sessions with Ntatemogolo. The bell makes a wonderful sound and is supposed to clear my head. The anklet is about a century old, and I can’t help worrying that if I put it on it will fall apart.

I take it out of the box and examine the faded design on the chipped and scratched wooden beads. There’s something humbling about holding a piece of history in my hand. Ntatemogolo promised he’d tell me the story of the girl who first wore it, but we’ve been rather busy.

I put the anklet back, close the box and put it back in its place. I glance at my phone and gasp; it’s almost six-thirty. I jump up and shove the File into my school bag; I’m giving it back to Wiki today. Then I head to the kitchen for breakfast.

Dad is standing over the counter, gulping down a cup of coffee. His shirt is slightly rumpled, his brown hair is standing up at the back, his milky skin looks flushed, and behind his glasses his eyes are half-closed.

Morning, love, he says with a sigh, dragging himself over to kiss my forehead.

Hi, Dad. You look terrible.

He gives me a weak, lopsided grin. Just tired. I was up most of the night working on a report for Salinger.

I open the fridge and take out the milk. What time did you get home?

Late. After eleven, I think. Was Rakwena here?

Ja; he left around nine. I make myself a bowl of muesli and eat it standing up, watching him. Are you almost done with the report? I think you need a break.

He yawns and puts his empty mug on the counter. I’m done, but they want me to oversee a big project they’re starting soon. I have to hire research assistants from the university before then. God, I’m knackered.

I frown at him. Let me at least make you a proper breakfast, Dad – you can’t survive on coffee.

He shakes his head and goes to fetch his briefcase from the dining room table. I have a meeting at eight – got to prepare. See you later, love.

I frown as he heads out. After breakfast I turn on the radio while I wait for Lebz. Auntie Lydia comes in at quarter to seven, her petite frame buried under bags of sewing material. She runs a tailoring business on the side, but I can’t remember the last time she brought this much work with her. I hurry to open the door for her.

Wow, I marvel as she dumps the lot on the dining table. Are you opening a shop?

She laughs. I have a lot of orders this week. Is your father gone?

I nod. You just missed him. Any messages?

It’s nothing… Her sigh says otherwise. He forgot to pay me yesterday.

I rummage around on the dining table where Dad usually leaves Auntie Lydia’s pay, but there’s no sign of an envelope. He must have forgotten all about it. He’s been really busy. Should I call and remind him?

She shakes her head and pats my arm. I’ll call his office later. Aren’t you going to be late? Where’s Malebogo?

I don’t know. I reach into my pocket for my phone and check the time. She’s usually here by now. I’m sure she’s on the way.

Auntie Lydia goes off to clean the kitchen and I stand on the doorstep, watching the road. Finally I see Lebz hurrying towards the house, scarlet braids flying behind her. Students at the Syringa Institute of Excellence aren’t allowed unnatural hair styles, but the teachers can’t seem to agree on how to define unnatural, so people like Lebz get away with anything.

She lifts the latch on the front gate and pushes it open, then runs up the driveway, leaving the gate wide open behind her as usual. The gate, I tell her silently. She comes to an abrupt stop, turns around and goes back to close the gate. Being a telepath comes in very handy sometimes.

News! she squeals, almost knocking me over as she bolts into the house.

Only a boy could get Lebz this excited. I’m fine, thanks for asking. Can we go? We’re late already.

She dashes into the kitchen to say hello to Lydia, then runs back and grabs my arm. Her nails are blue today, but I bet not a single teacher will notice. "Connie, oh my God! You will not believe Kelly’s

Reviews for Unravelled

[theyodamom · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

2.5 I am quitting at page 200. I forced myself to read the first and gave the series another chance. I just don't care about the characters. The story is good and it has a lot going on, perhaps too much there is no center. It still has that tween feel, not quite teen. Time to give up when I dread picking it up.

[amandanan · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Maaaaybe 2.5 stars. Again, lots of rambling and things that don't matter. Read reviews of book 3 and she doesn't wrap it up. And the 4th book isn't coming out until maybe 2015? That's 4 years after book 3. Okay, I'm done.

[cherylk_44 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

I read the first book in this series and enjoyed it enough that I wanted to read this next book in this series. I picked up a copy back when it was released. I started reading it and got about half way. However something happened and my interest got lost along the way. I stopped reading and this book ended up in my long pile of to be read books. I would pass this book many times and thought I need to pick this book up again and finish it. I finally did and at this time I started from the beginning as it had been so long ago since I read this book. Well I did get about half way again but this time it seemed that it took me a lot longer to get to the half way mark. over this book and jumped to the last few chapters. To be honest the ending was not as I had hoped and I was kind of glad that I had not spent all of my time reading this book to get to this ending. Even though I lost interest in this series, I still do enjoy reading this author's books.

[elizabeth1929-1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Ok, well, ummmm, after I read intertwined, I was looking forward to the next book, as I started reading this book, it got kinda boring till somewhere in the middle. I liked how Aden could tame the beasts, and I liked that this novel featured a caring guy, with souls trapped in his head, that was definitely something new and original. What I really didn't like was the ending. I was reading it at school, and when I finished I wanted to throw it on the ground, stomp all over it and cry and scream...but I didn't...
I hated that Aden no longer has the souls trapped on his head! The souls were part of Aden, he was entertaining and Caleb and Elijah were awesome. But now, he gives that up and gets Victoria's beast instead!!!!! What if now that he has a beast trapped inside, the beasts don't like him anymore, and he just turns into another normal vampire?!!!
I am begging that not to happen!!! I'm on my knees!! Look what this book is doing to me!! Maybe I should listen to others and stop reading entirely...
Ahhhhhh!!!
I hate this!!!
I not the only one right?
Tell me I'm not the only one!?
I am seriously hoping that in the next book Aden will find a way to reclaim the souls, and still be able to tame the beasts, if not, I think...I don't know...I never give up on books...

[wyvernfriend · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Aden Strone has to deal with a lot of things now, he's the head of the fampire family in the area, his girlfriend wants his blood, which could make him addicted to the process and one of his friends is leaching the life-force out of the supernaturals in the area. And the voices in his head, the human souls he shares his life with, are trying to help him out.You'd think that he'd be more used to talking silently to the people in his head at this stage, particularly when the habit of talking to them out loud has landed him in a psychiatric institution more than once.He's more interested in survival right now than school and any time he tries to explain things to anyone not involved it ends up with him being on a lot of drugs.The series is interesting, a slightly different slant than normal and I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next.

[psteinke1122_1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

There is a war brewing between the creatures that lurk the night and Aden is at the center of it. Unbeknownst to him, he emanates a “pull” on these creatures. A pull they can’t really fight. Meanwhile Aden is yet to be crowned the Vampire King…and the vampires are not real thrilled with a human for king. Aden still has the 3 souls in his head and the prophecy of his death is looming as well. What’s a kid to do?I really enjoyed the first book, “Intertwined”. I loved all the different paranormal characters and how they meshed. This book was more of the same. The first book seemed original, but this one felt more like “same stuff, different day”. I’m not sure what Ms. Showalter has in store for this series. If it is a planned trilogy, then this felt like filler. I think you are getting that I thought this book was OK. There were a couple of good cliffhangers which make me want to read the next book in the series. I’m just hoping it was more content, and less fluff than this one did.

[wwe_fan_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This book would have gotten a 5 star had it not been for the ending. I loved most of the book, but the ending I couldn't get my head around and left me drained by the time I finished it. (no pun intended). I'm loving Riley though, he's everything you would want in a guy and more. I hope Aden does catch a break in Twisted, the guy has been to hell and back. He deserves a little happiness and peace of mind.

[sithereandread · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

UNRAVELED, by Gena Showalter, is an action-packed and romantic continuation of this paranormal series. Showalter created an amazing cast of characters in Intertwined and she turns up the volume in this sequel. In this book, we start from where Intertwined ended and from there the action did not cease. Aden was now dealing the fact that he was the newest vampire ruler, and Mary Ann was trying to figure out how to end the curse that was cast upon her. Riley and Victoria were ever-present with their respective significant others.My two gripes with this book was the length and the constant back and forth between Mary Ann and Riley. I felt the book was a little too long and it had potential to be tightened up a bit. Also, I though the relationship between Mary Ann and Riley was trying at times. She was more whiney in this book and I felt annoyed at times.But while Mary Ann and Riley were not my favorite, Aden and Victoria's relationship definitely heated up. As the new vampire ruler, Ethan had to try and please the other vampires. Their relationship was tested while Ethan was trying to help the rest of his friends, and also convince the vampires not to kill him.Another thing that I liked about this book was the deeper connection with the leftover souls in Aden's head. We got really close this time to learning more, but I was left hanging once again! These souls fascinate me and I like getting close to finding out about their stories but I would hate to lose them too, like we did with Eve. And since Intertwined Aiden has been getting better with controlling his powers to become a frightening (but awesome) superpower in this world that Showalter created.Overall, I enjoyed this book. It was full of action and romance, and I can't wait for the continuation of the series.

[pacey1927 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I enjoyed the first novel "Intertwined" and believed this would be a series worth following. I am not going to say I disagree with that after the first book but I have some reservations. This was a huge book with a lot going on, unfortunately it ended up being a lot of NOTHING going on. The story was a quick read for such a thick book so that in itself is quite positive. I like Aden and the different souls that take residence in his head. I liked Mary Ann a lot in the first book but I found her whiny in this one. She seemed more concerned about her werewolf boyfriend than she did with the fact that she was under a death curse. My biggest complaint is that there are so many people with so many different powers that its hard to keep track of who can do what. And it feels a little like being tricked. The rules seem to change and someone suddenly has an amazing power just when they need it. The entire story is built around this death curse. They have to find a way to get Aden to a meeting with a witches so that the death curse will be called off. The ending comes to suddenly and I was disappointed with the lack of a truly exciting climax. The friendship between the two couples (Aden and Victoria the vampire and Mary Anne and the werewolf) is sweet. I also really like Shannon, Aden's roommate. The pieces are here for something amazing. Unfortunately there are too many pieces and too many changing rules. It make a motley mess and I think it would be wise for the author to focus and maybe discard some of the many powers and plans until the books are more streamlined.

[urbanfan · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I'm back in Crossroads baby! I probably shouldn't be this excited about being back with Aden and his friends, considering they do have a death curse on them, but I can't help it. I couldn't wait to get back into this fantastical fictitious world created by Showalter. There's murder, intrigue, love ... and werewolves! Who wouldn't be?Aden has found a way to be with the love of his young life, Victoria the vampire. All he had to do was kill her betrothed, the Vampire King who murdered her father, and now, BAM! Aden is Vampire King. All is fair in love and war, right? Wrong. Not only is Aden a human, (hello...vampire food), but when a vampire king chooses his queen, he has to "date" all the acceptable, eligible young" ladies" from high ranking vampire families in order to not cause an inter-vampire war. Would that settle well with you, if you were Victoria? I think not. Add to that, Aden learns that vampires carry a little extra something inside their bodies that makes them, shall we say...demonic? No, there is no happily ever after for Aden and Victoria. They will have to fight in order to stay together. Don't lose faith though, Aden is far more resourceful than I ever imagined. Despite the whole diagnosed schizophrenic thing, it might be really cool to be him with those skills. Victoria, thankfully, isn't being a spoiled brat about all the obstacles in their way. She comes up with some pretty amazing character moments herself.I have to admit this now. I have my first werewolf crush ever! Riley, Victoria's bodyguard and now Aden's, is the best werewolf character I have seen written. If you could ask for the perfect man/werewolf/pet, Riley would be it. He's loyal to no end. He's manly (his words, not mine, but I do agree.) His body is to be admired. He is smart and calculating. He demands respect without actually demanding it. I could go on, but this review isn't just about Riley (sigh.) His relationship with Mary Ann is a bit rocky, despite their obvious loyalty to each other. It seems Ms. Mary Ann has a secret of her own, one she didn't know she had. Riley is the first to figure it out after he finds her "feeding" on a witch's magic, just draining it right out of her. In Mary Ann's defense, she didn't know she was doing this, but as all young love requires tension, this puts a damper on her ability to date Riley. You see, Riley, his kind, and really all magical creatures, are sworn to kill people like Mary Ann on sight. Turns out, Mary Ann is destined to kill everyone with magical abilities, and one day will kill Riley and those he loves. I guess that would put cold water on the smoldering fire they feel for each other. But, not with my Riley. Although Mary Ann does something drastic to keep her friends safe, Riley is determined to keep Mary Ann safe and with him.Through all of this, Aden and his friends are trying to find a way to make sure the death curse put upon them by the witches will be nullified. With the help of Aden's friends and his inner voice souls, they search for answers to save their lives before it's too late. Faeries keep getting in the way, witches and goblins are lurking about, and Tucker the half demon ex-boyfriend, has returned to spy on them and report back to his master. I can't tell you the most scary part. The part about Vlad the Impaler, Victoria's supposed dead dad, being alive and wanting to take the crown back from Aden. Aden doesn't even know this yet, how could I tell you?! The cherry on top of all this bad news? Aden still knows how he is going to die and now bares the marks on his side that brings him closer to his death. He just doesn't know the when. Just sayin', he has that stress too.The ending, shall I tell you about the ending? I can't because Showalter left me clueless too! But, it's a doosey as we say in Oklahoma, I can tell you that. In agony for the next the book!Unraveled is a wonderful addition to the Intertwined series. Showalter kept the pace and intrigue going the whole time. I am so excited to see where this series is going. I have a lot of respect for Showalter's style of writing. I have no idea how she comes up with the things she does and keeps it all straight to weave such a tale. Once you think you know all there is to know about a character, out comes some other aspect you never saw coming, but definitely adds to the story. I know better than to assume I know where things will go based on usual cliches. I am going to enjoy not trying to second guess an author and just let the story ride. If I gasp, I gasp. If I cry, I cry. If I get mad at Mary Ann because she ends up with Riley, I guess I just get mad...wait, that was going a bit far and just plain silly, sorry. I am already missing Crossroads and its crazy supernatural pull. I may need to take a road trip while waiting for the next book in the series and see if I can't find this place. The characters did take a short trip to Tulsa in the book...