" I will be the only man to kiss you, to bed you, whether you come willingly or not.. You will be mine and mine alone..Do you understand?", his tone rumbled off dangerously..
He wasnt just threatening me, I realised...he was making me a promise.
Lok...
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Growing up my mother used to read to me every night before bed, rain or shine, sickness or health she was there to read me a bedtime story. She inspired my love for books, and as I got older and could read them myself, I couldn't get my hands on enough of them.
My favourite stories were always the ones full of fantasy and magic, the ones that had a happy ending with the prince and a damsel in distress living happily ever after. Everything was so simple in these books, there was black and white , there was right and there was wrong . If only life would have stayed so simple...that simple.
My name is Anastasia Grace . Im twenty-two years old and Im a student in med school with an unusual habit of spending every free second in the library . I have long , wavy red hair that are frankly a pain in my ass and always manage to somehow look messy , a trait I sadly inherited from my dad. My eyes are light brown in colour, my skin an 'do-you-ever-go-outside' ivory . I am a very intimidating five foot five in height, with a slender but curvaceous form and I have been an orphan since I was ten years old.
My parents died in a horrific car accident, one that involved our car flying off the bridge into the water below . In a last minute attempt , my dad had managed to push me out of the car before plummeting to their deaths below. My survival was called a miracle and my life was supposedly a gift of God . Or so the doctors said . But I hadn't come out of the wreck in perfect condition . My right hip had a huge gash on it that ended up being a scar . Not too ugly ,but a constant reminder of the worst day of my life .
I spent the rest of my childhood and adolescent years living with my grandparents .. though they both passed away shortly after I turned seventeen, and then it was just me, med school , and books . I was undoubtedly penniless after their death but merit scholarships had luckily come to my rescue . I became a librarian to support myself and hence my hobby of reading continued . in my mother's honour , my taste in books never really varied .. They were filled with handsome heroes , and epic adventures. My mother used to assure me when I was little , when I would 'ooh' and 'aah' over the grand love stories, that I would eventually be swept off my feet and fall madly and dangerously in love .
She however failed to mention that said man would be a kidnapping , manhandling . super powerful alien god with daddy issues , and a horny helmet . She must have wanted that part to be a surprise ...
