Intertwined
Most sixteen-year-olds have friends. Aden Stone has four human souls inside him: One can time-travel. One can raise the dead. One can tell the future. And one can possess another human. With no family and a life spent in and out of institutions, Aden and the souls have become friends. But now they're causing him all kinds of trouble.Like, he'll blink and suddenly he's a younger Aden, reliving the past. Or he'll walk past a total stranger and know how she's going to die. He's so over it. All he wants is peace. And then he meets a girl who quiets the voices. Why? Mary Ann Gray is his total opposite. For her sake, he should stay away.But it's too late. . . . Somehow, they share an inexplicable friendship. A bond about to be tested by a werewolf who wants Mary Ann, and a vampire princess Aden can't resist. Two romances, both forbidden. Still, the four will enter a dark underworld of intrigue and danger–but not everyone will come out alive. . . .
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For once, sixteen-year-old Aden Stone has
everything heâs ever wanted:
A home.
Friends.
The girl of his dreams.
Too bad heâs going to die â¦
Because a war is brewing between the creatures of the dark, and Aden is somehow at the centre of it all. But he isnât about to lie down and accept his destiny without a fight. Not when his new friends have his back, not when his dream girl has risked her own future to be with him, and not when he has a reason to live for the first time in his life â¦
About the Author
GENA SHOWALTER is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author whose teen novels have been featured on MTV and in Seventeen magazine and have been praised as âunputdownable.â Growing up, she always had her nose buried in a book. When it came time to buckle down and get a job, she knew writing was it for her. Gena lives in Oklahoma with her family and three slobbery English bulldogs. Become her friend on My Space, or a fan on Facebook and visit her at GenaShowalter.com/young-adult.
ONE
A CEMETERY. No. No, no, no! How had he ended up here?
Clearly, wearing his iPod while exploring a new town had been a mistake. Especially since Crossroads, Oklahoma, perhaps garden gnome capital of the world and definitely hell on earth, was so small it was practically nonexistent.
If only heâd left the Nano at the D and M Ranch, a halfway house for âwaywardâ teens where he now lived. But he hadnât. Heâd wanted peace, just a little peace. And now he would pay the price.
âThis sucks,â he muttered, pulling the buds from his ears and shoving the shiny green distraction into his back-pack. He was sixteen years old, but sometimes he felt like heâd been around forever, and every one of those days had been worse than the one before. Sadly, today would be no exception.
Immediately the very people heâd been trying to drown out with so-loud-your-ears-bleed Life of Agony clamored for his attention.
Finally! Julian said from inside his head. Iâve been screaming for you to turn around for, like, ever.
âWell, you should have screamed louder. Starting a war with the undead was not what I wanted to do today.â As he spoke, Haden Stoneâknown as Aden because, as a kid, he apparently hadnât been able to pronounce his own nameâbacktracked, removing his foot from the graveyardâs property line. But it was too late. In the distance, in front of a tomb-stone, the ground was already shaking, cracking.
Donât blame me, Julian replied. Elijah should have predicted this.
Hey, a second voice said. It, too, came from inside Adenâs head. Donât blame me, either. Most times, I only know when someoneâs gonna die.
Sighing, Aden dropped his backpack, bent down and palmed the daggers he kept anchored in his boots. If he were ever caught with them, heâd be tossed back into juvie, where fights erupted as regularly as lunch was served and making a trustworthy friend was as impossible as escape. Deep down, though, heâd known carrying them was worth the risk. It was always worth the risk.
Fine. This is my fault, Julian grumbled. Not like I can help myself, though.
That was true. The dead had only to sense him to awaken. Which, like now, usually involved Aden accidentally placing his foot on their land. Some sensed him faster than others, but they all eventually rose.
âDonât worry about it. Weâve been in worse situations.â More than leaving the iPod at home, he mused, he should have been paying attention to the world around him. Heâd studied a map of the town, after all, and had known what areas to avoid. But as the music had pounded, heâd lost track of his surroundings. Heâd been momentarily liberated, seemingly alone.
The tombstone began to rattle.
Julian sighed, the sound an echo of Adenâs. I know weâve endured worse. But I caused those worse situations, too.
Fabulous. A pity party. This third, frustrated voice belonged to a womanâwho also took up prime real estate inside his head. Aden was only surprised his other âguestââas he sometimes thought of the souls trapped inside himâdidnât pipe up, as well. Peace and quiet were not something any of them understood. Can we save the festivities for later, boys, and kill the zombie before it emerges all the way, gains its bearings and stomps our collective butt?
âYes, Eve,â Aden, Julian and Elijah said in unison. That was the way of it. He and the other three boys would bicker and Eve would step in, a formidable mother-figure without a finger to point, but a formidable mother-figure all the same.
If only that mothering were enough to fix the situation this time.
âI just need everyone to zip it,â he said. âOkay? Please.â
There was grumbling. And that was as quiet as things were going to get.
He forced himself to focus. Several yards away, the head-stone teetered back and forth before tumbling to the ground and shattering. Rain had fallen this morning, and droplets sprayed in every direction. Handfuls of dirt soon joined them, flying through the air as a disgustingly gray hand poked its way free.
