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“Do you intend to replace her?” I shook my head frantically. I didn’t care how much he loved her. I wasn’t her, and I didn’t want to be involved with a vampire… “P-Please, h-have mercy, I—” “You’re being so sweet tonight,” he said, his voice husky. “Usually, you would have swatted my hands away… Have you missed me so much?” He was insane. He had to be. I had never met him before in my life, yet he was gliding his hands all over me, taking a firm hold of my breast like some horny teenager and licking my neck as if I would get in the mood. ******* Trinity is a 21 -year -old human, and a psychologist. She had a whole life, a boyfriend, parents, and an enviable job. Until she w

"I want you," he growled. "I need you. Beth, look at me." She couldn’t help but him back, even though she knew she shouldn't have. Beth, the widow of Daniel's brother in the middle of a brewing war when the pack needed leadership most, her! receiving Daniel's every of his hips as he ground upon her with their clothes in the way. It had barely been an hour since she had received Daniel's confession and told him to be patient, and she might have given him something to cling to when she didn't turn him down, but this was too fast. She had needed time to convince herself to be reasonable, and not to do something stupid like let Daniel grope her over his sheets while she writhed u

I was having a rage rant, but I couldn't help it, I was just so fucking tired, so damn tired of the stares, the whispers, and people constantly walking on egg shells around me My chair scraped across the tiles as I stood "Do you know that they whisper about me? They stare and whisper as I walk past them, I once heard someone ask "isn't she the one who almost unalived herself?" "What? who said that?" My mum asked "what does it matter? Even in church that's meant to be judgement free, they gossip when they see me, I try to pretend like I can't feel them staring at me, I swear even the priests stare at me and gossip, what is wrong with me? Do I have a problem?"

I couldn't have been more thankful that it wasn't that busy here today-- these people would have shot anyone and everyone. I couldn't tell you how, but I had managed to create a fake sense of calm in order to remain motionless. I kept my eyes only slightly open, trying not to blink much even as the rain poured into my eyes. I made notes of everything I could see about the shooters— their cars, guns, facial features, clothes; you name it, I took note.

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Those were the days before the violence, the lies, the murders that followed the Omishores. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this story. Vote and comment as you read, though. I'm kind of new and I welcome polite criticism. Thanks.

About the Author Sofie is a freelance writer, and an endeavoring poet who adores writing the macabre and the alluring takes of life. She travels through every journey with her bag of Cheetos and crosses through every riverbank with a box of Pizza. A person who yearns to become a Game writer or be a part of Corporate Communications in the gaming industry. She studies A.B Communication Arts and is now on her path to revamp, fight and inspire as she gruesomely takes on the outside world of Taco Tuesdays.

Which does not require any medical care? I am Rose Dawson and this is my tragedy.

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