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“With the elements of this world, I condemn thee,” she yells over the bolt of lightning striking beside her.
Chillsssss because, SARAHHHHH!
Screams unlike anything I’ve ever heard before have me covering my ears. The souls sound tortured and trapped. I witness five shadow-like horses appear and vanish every other second. They are so fast that with every blink, I can’t help but wonder if I imagined them.
They’re hereeeeeeee!
Her hands grip the sides of my head. “You are the last vampire of this coven, and you will reap the consequences of their actions.”
I feel like, he shouldn’t; but I guess.
“I, Sister of this earth, curse this body with the life of the stars. No longer will you live like your fellow vampires, but you will live until the last star dies and burns. Only then will you be at rest.” Her veins glow as she takes my life, replacing it with immortality. “No longer will you live for two hundred years, or a thousand even if you chose a mate to share your fears.”
That’s so sad, he deserves better.
Loneliness is a disease that sickens you. The only cure is to learn to love your own company because counting on anyone else will leave you more isolated.
I’ve been called a pessimist, but I prefer the word realistic.
Hope is dangerous. Hope is a fantasy, a dream. I’ve been damned for so long that I’ve forgotten what hope even feels like.
I love books. I have an entire library at my house full of books I’ve read a hundred times.
We love a man who reads.
I growl low, jealous of a damn dog for getting to touch my mate.
They’re always so extra with the possessiveness, I like it.
Somehow, somewhere, a Grandie slipped through my fingers, and by some miracle, the descendant is in front of me. My Beloved.
Any of his sadness, any of his depression, is my fault. I can’t rewrite history, but maybe if I’m lucky, I can make his future better than his past. And we can carve our own names in the universe. We can etch our love into the stars, into the earth, and we can be together forever. Then, history will be made right again. And the Grandie’s will finally get to live. Forever.
Dusting off my jeans, I slip the key into the lock when my eyes catch on a man in the reflection of the glass. He’s standing right behind me. I gasp, spinning around so fast I get dizzy, but no one is there.
See no, don’t do this……… just don’t.
Apparently, kidnapping is wrong. Pity.
Wolf shifter. Not a werewolf. The two are very different.
Oooooo, we have shifterssssss.
“I’m Deacon.” He holds out his hand.
We like Deacon. Hehe
“Oh my God, he’s coming over here. What do I do? Let’s go. I need to go. Let’s run,” I blurt, a bit panicked. Sweat beads on my upper lip and I wipe it away.
So me. Sweaty upper lip, and foggy glasses.
I narrow my eyes at my new friend. “Back off, Morgan.” I hold a hand over my mouth, shocked I spoke to her like that. My tone was downright rude.
Oop
“I love that you’re already possessive of me.”
“I plan on being so much more than your friend, Ollie.” He tugs at one of my estranged curls. “I plan on consuming you and every inch of your life. I’m going to be the man you come to when you need help, when you need to be touched, when you need someone other than yourself. I’m going to make you love me. That’s my plan.”
“My curious little kitten,” he croons, rubbing his fingers across my lips. “So determined to find out things that don’t matter.” “They matter to me. The truth matters to me.”
“You’re afraid of me,” he frowns, leaning back to give me some space. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so intense. I feel very big emotions for you already, Kitten. I apologize for coming on so strong.”
The pet name, my heartttttt
“We closed ten minutes ago. You two are the only ones left. I hate to break up the party, but I want to go home.”
Deacon shrugs. “Music hasn’t been playing for thirty minutes. You two seemed like you really hit it off. No one wanted to bother you.”
“Came? Yes, I did. It’s what you do to me. How about you allow me to return the favor?” He lowers himself to his knees, which can’t be comfortable on the rough gravel of the parking lot.
Oh, just outside, like this…. Ok.
“I’m arresting you for—“ ”—You aren’t doing anything,“ Ambrose states, but his voice is calm, soothing, and the cop falls silent. “You’ll turn around and forget you saw me sucking my Beloved’s cock.”
Oop
I have my eye on Mr. Hanks. I don’t fully believe he doesn’t have a nefarious agenda. He is a cat, after all.
“You like that don’t you? Being owned. Being claimed. Belonging to only me.”
“I can’t take this anymore! Ambrose, fuck me. Why don’t you want me?”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I bite, bringing my hand down again.
“A hunter or a slayer, Deacon? Those are two different things.”
Interesting
I stand, tossing a hundred bucks on the table. “For a wolf, you’re not so bad.” “For a bloodsucker, you aren’t either.” He snatches the money from the counter, acting as if I was going to take it back. “But you won’t ever be better than money.” “Ain’t that the truth!” I shout, laughing as I leave. “I’ll see you later. Thank you, Deacon.”
Lmaooo
A hysterical laugh works its way up my throat before I pass out. What man wouldn’t with that news?
Hehehehehehe
“You’re gluttonous when it comes to me, aren’t you?” My Curious Kitten is always asking questions but not even my answer would be enough because he truly has no idea.
