I should have known things were not as they seemed. It was too easy, too safe, too real. The warmth of their touch, the comfort in their voices—it all felt like a dream I had been waiting to wake up from. But dreams can be deceiving, and nightmares are all too real.
They knew my secrets, the shadows I tried to bury deep within. They knew my weaknesses and every crack in my armor. Yet, they used them against me, twisted them to their will, making me believe in love, in salvation. How could I have been so blind? How could I have fallen for the lie so easily?
Damon, Lucian, and Adrian.
These are the names of my executioners. The men who crushed my soul and broke me into a million pieces, leaving me shattered and hollow. I didn’t deserve this, but fate doesn’t care about what’s fair. I should have stayed away, should never have gone to that party, played that game, or even set foot in that university.
But they were everywhere—lurking in the shadows, in every corner of my life. I couldn’t escape them, couldn’t shake the feeling of their eyes on me, the warmth of their skin close enough to touch, the intoxicating scent of fresh rain that clung to them like a second skin. It haunted me and consumed me until I was drowning in them.
I should have run away.
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The Edge Of Surrender
WilkołakiAlessandra knew, She knew she should have run. Every instinct screamed at her to leave, to escape the dark pull of the man who haunted her dreams and twisted her reality. But something raw and primal held her captive. They were dangerous, their very...
