The Monkey Princess (stellanova) wrote,
The Monkey Princess

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God, no one could make her feel like Bruce Patman made her feel. No one.

The funny thing about writing a novel at great speed, is that you really don't know what's going to happen next. At least, you don't if you're me. Which can lead to surprises. For example, it looks like this gripping saga is going to have a different villain from the one I had planned...

Lila Fowler’s eyes gleamed with rage as she sped through Sweet Valley in her lime green Triumph. Anger pulsed through her like sparks of fire.

Winston had defied her. And he had won.

That wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Lila was meant to click her fingers, and Winston was supposed to jump to do her bidding. But it seemed that her devoted subject had become a dangerous rebel.

“Not for long,” Lila hissed, gripping the steering wheel with a savage strength. Ever since her last cosmetic operation, Lila had discovered that she now possessed an almost supernatural strength, and while she never usually resorted to violence, she had used her new power as a tool to keep Winston in a state of constant terror.

He’ll be even more terrified by the time I’m done with him, she thought, spinning the car around another dangerous curve. Winston Egbert is going to wish that he never was born!

She had reached Fowler Crest. She flung open the door of the car, and leapt out onto the gravelled drive. Her bizarre form was silhouetted against the full moon which shone over Sweet Valley.

“I’ll get you, Winston!” she cried. “And your little friends too!”

Throwing back her head, Lila Fowler howled.


“What was that noise?” asked Jessica Wakefield as Bruce’s Porsche drew up at the crest of Miller’s Point. “It sounded like some sort of crazed wild animal.”

Bruce shrugged, his movement sending a thrill through Jessica’s body.

“I don’t know, Jess, and right now, I don’t care.” He looked at her with a seductive smile. “I feel like a bit of a wild animal myself.”

Jessica returned his smile, and leaned forward to plant a sexy kiss on Bruce’s perfect lips.

“It’s good to see you again, Bruce,” she said huskily. “It’s even better….to touch you.”

Bruce’s strong hands wrapped around her, and he kissed her back with a passion that took her breath away. God, no one could make her feel like Bruce Patman made her feel. No one.

Soon, the windows of the car were covered with steam, hiding Bruce and Jessica’s passion from the other couples who were gathered at the popular make-out point.

“Oh Jessica,” Bruce moaned, “I’m on fire!”

Jessica smiled up at him.

“Well, Bruce,” she murmured, “I’m not going to put it out…”


The party at the Wakefields’s house was breaking up. Elizabeth stood with her arm around Jeffrey, bidding her friends farewell. Winston and Maria were the last to leave.

“Where are you going to go, Win?” asked the concerned Elizabeth.

“I’m going to stay in my folks’ house tonight,” said Winston. “I haven’t seen them for ages – Lila only let me see them once a year – so I really wantto go home. But in the future –“ he looked at Maria, and Elizabeth could see that the pair had fallen in love all over again – “who knows? Bye, Liz. Bye Jeff.”

“Bye, Liz,” said Maria. “And thank you. If you hadn’t come home, Win and I might never have met again!”

Elizabeth smiled. “I’m so glad,” she said. “Bye, you tow.” She waved to the couple as they walked to Maria’s car. Then she closed the door, and turned to her refound love.

“I guess I should go, too,” said Jeffrey.

“I guess you should,” said Elizabeth, regretfully. “My parents will be home soon, and…”
“I know,” said Jeffrey. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I?” He bent his golden head and kissed her.

“Of course,” breathed Elizabeth.

With one final embrace, the lovers parted.

The house empty, Elizabeth sat on the couch and smiled. What a difference one day could make! That morning she had been wandering through her usual dream of dazed sorrow – now she was in love! It was marvellous, magical. It was so good.

Little did she know that in a mansion across town, a crazed young millionairess called Lila Fowler was planning the destruction of not just Elizabeth – but of all their class from Sweet Valley High...

To be continued!
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