Book #1: Loving You Is A Losing Game

☽︎ Chapter #1: Murderer ☾

*WARNING*Alright before any of you begin to read this story/series (Always & Forever) of mine. LET ME GIVE YOU A HEADS-UP!! There will be plenty of sensitive stuff that will be triggering and to be honest, I'm a piece of shit and won't do the warning repeatedly. I'm sure many of us know what type of *sensitive stuff* I am talking about but for those that don't.

Suicide, physical/mental abuse, death threats, etc.

This story may not be for the faint of heart and that's okay. The updating of this story is not scheduled and will be completely random cuz I can't promise for the life of me ngl. But with that being said, hope you all may enjoy it.

**Image above not owned by me is the main character of Book #1, Aurora Belmont**

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They say that murder is when you intentionally attempt to kill someone. When you take the life away from a person with your bare hands. But do the rules still apply if the murderer killed someone by simply living?

That was a question Aurora has asked herself her entire life. It must be, right? That's how her father and father's friends all addressed her, secretly of course. It will be terrible to ruin the "perfect" image they all carry as purebloods in the wizarding world. Aurora did not care much for the ideals and stereotypes the pureblood families carry seeing the fact that she is a half-blood herself.

Part witch and veela was born from a pureblood father and full veela mother. Aurora is gifted with the physical traits of her mother's pale skin that shimmers in the moonlight, golden and bright eyes like the sun, white from the roots till it leads to a beautiful gold on the tip of her hair, lips dark as blood and the heart-shaped face with large eyes filled with wonders.

Though she may look like her mother, she never really met her. Nor knew anything about her besides how she looked from the hand painting portrait her father has locked up in his office. The only reason why she even knew the portrait existed is that she sneaked inside the room curious one fateful night when she was struggling to fall asleep and couldn't find her way to the kitchen.

The office's door was slightly open, she can see just a flicker of lights through the creak of the door. Curiosity overcoming her young five-year-old mind she tiptoes her way to the open door. Her pink dress swayed gently as her bare feet pat on the freezing stone floor.

Placing her small hands on the door she shoves the door open using her whole body. Barely managing to move the door Aurora shoves her way inside the room. Upon entering the room it felt dark and eerie. A sense of sadness clouded the room but Aurora couldn't understand why.

There were many books on shelves that could be countless files from her father's work, a large fireplace and there is where she saw the portrait. But she couldn't see the portrait well for it seemed to blend with the darkness.

Aurora approaches the fireplace and as she has done a few times with the candles in her room. She puts her hand towards the flame. Now one would think it would burn her, for any normal individual it would have. Even the thought of doing a dangerous thing would scare someone, but not Aurora. You see the flames don't hurt her, in fact, it just tickles lightly on her skin, but that is all.