They sprinted through the winding corridors of the warehouse, heartbeats pounding in sync
with their desperate footsteps. Behind them, shouts echoed, footsteps chasing them through
the shadows
.
"Do you remember the way out?" Elara gasped, her lungs burning.
"I think so! Just keep moving!" Damien urged, his grip on her hand tightening.
As they turned a corner, they stumbled into a room filled with remnants of past rituals-faded
symbols painted on the walls, flickering candles casting eerie shadows. The air was thick
with a sense of foreboding.
"Elara, over here!" Damien pulled her toward a door on the far side of the room. Just as they
reached it, a figure blocked their escape, his expression twisted with malice.
"Did you really think you could escape?" he sneered, stepping closer.
Elara's instincts kicked in, and she raised her chin defiantly. "We won't let you win!"
Damien positioned himself in front of her, ready to confront the threat. "You'll have to get
through us first."
With a surge of adrenaline, Elara grabbed a nearby candle and hurled it at the figure. The
glass shattered, the flame igniting a curtain draped nearby, sending fire spiraling upward.
"Now!" Damien shouted, pulling Elara toward the door as chaos erupted behind them. They
burst into the hallway, the heat of the flames propelling them forward.
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The Midnight Oath
Roman d'amourThe story follows Elara Blackwood, a woman burdened by a dark secret, and Damien Voltaire, a mysterious man haunted by his own tragic past. When they meet under the strangest of circumstances, their connection ignites a forbidden passion. But beneat...
