London 1864
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LOVE IS FIRE. It burns, consumes and destroys. The heat caresses your skin, burning slowly as you admire its beauty. I found beauty in it even now, as pain crawled through my veins and ashes freckled my marred skin.
She was kneeled to the ground⎯a goddess⎯her pale cream dress stained with dirt and blood. Tears fell down her cheeks like rivers on her blushed cheeks, dripping from her chin as her deep brown eyes focused on the fire that devoured my body. Her full pink lips trembled as if she were whispering under her breath. I wanted to kiss them, to know the words that wrapped around her soul.
Soul...
I looked behind her to the Dark Man. He had followed my thoughts and dreams, a tall dark figure dressed in a black suit with a low hat sheilding his features. Shadows had embraced him as he had been embracing my mind the past few months. Even as I hung burning, he continued to haunt me.
He lifted his head, his soulless eyes locked on mine as the flames offered them light.
His teeth were sharp and bloodied when he smiled.
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dead love.
ParanormalLilith Blair is a beautiful yet deadly creature⎯a demon⎯created by Death to become Queen of Hell. Only to abandon the darkness, she returns to find her past lover dead and becomes haunted by the blood on her hands. Until almost 160 years later, she...