Dulcis dolo sweet deceit

This is my first story in wattpad so yh any constructive criticsm is welcome and um yh will be uploaded frm a mobile device so i will try to minimise the spelling errors lol. Ummm yh all work is a form of fiction and yh the work is copyright so pls dont use it. It takes time and effort to construct a story so yh tell me what u think!

Although there are different chapters dedicated to friends just like to say tht the whole book has been dedicate to my great friend Christian hes really cool funny and smart. I wish u all the best i life love you deserve it. X

The village of ambrosia was small and filled with people who liked to stick to their traditions, and were not willing to change with the times. Situated in the north of England, ambrosia was not exactly welcoming in the late winter period .a population of approximately 150 people, and it was not exactly a tourist hot spot.

Gavin pinched the bridge of his nose. his luck was running out; his clothes were sodden with rain; his car was refusing to co-operate, and not only had he ran out of fuel but his front tyre was also punctured, and just to top it all off, there was no signal on his mobile. It looked like he had to walk the next 3 ½ miles to the nearest village. He just hoped that the place had a decent mechanic.

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People in ambrosia didn't welcome strangers with open arms. No one understood their customs. Goths didn't worship the devil, nor were there suicidal or depressed. Never the less they were different and proud. The sky was dark and heavy with rain clouds. A chilly wind was blowing, gradually gaining strength. As Gavin ventured on, he could see the towers of a crumbling church ahead. His head was beginning to feel light and his legs felt as if they were made of lead. As he approached the village, he could clearly see a cobbled street with shuttered shops. It was like walking back in time. The only source of light was coming from a pub. Did these people not know what streets light were? Walking in he felt a hush fall on the people inside as the stench of beer filled his nostrils. Gavin felt slightly uneasy as he made his way over to the bar tender. He could feel all eyes on him. How rude, he thought to himself. What did these people think he was a walking freak show? He gave a nervous cough and slowly a quite chatter filled the tense atmosphere.

The bartender neither smiled nor nodded to acknowledge his presence. Keeping his patience, he leaned over to face the bartender.

"Um... hey, I was just looking for the local mechanic or something because my car has broken down a couple of miles outside town and I am going to need a place to stay too..."

The bartender looked up from the glass he was polishing and regarded him with a suspicious eye.

"There is no mechanic in this village. We do not have cars. All our supplies here are bought by a bus that carries both people and food. It comes once a week and it just went today."

Gavin could not help but notice the lack of emotion in his voice.

"Great", Gavin sighed things weren't going his way today.

"So where am I going to stay?"

The bar tender cocked his head to the side. People didn't usually come from outside to stay so they had no hotels or inns. What was this man doing in a place like this? He couldn't have come to stay for a peaceful retirement because he barely looked 20.

"Well we are not really accustomed to having visitors so I suppose someone will have to take you in."

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