Esta hermosa y distante raíz, que en aquel tiempo nos reconfortó con su amable calidez, ahora huye por esa misma razón, todo por el amor que él y nosotros no supimos valorar, por ello la realidad está atada a sus espinas, escapando de los ojos de su creador, con aquel eterno dolor. A esta bifurcación se lo conoció como, "las puertas de la restitución". Hola, me llamo Layka, ocultar el pasado es algo imposible de hacer, son hechos de valor que tarde o temprano saldrán a la luz, por este motivo he decidido que yo misma debería contárselos, antes de que alguien más se involucre innecesariamente. Mis sentimientos... siempre fueron un arma de doble filo que no supe manejar en varias ocasiones, y aunque tú me apoyaste a pesar de todo, no me importó seguirte en este duro sendero. Nosotros eramos los únicos que sabíamos de esta susodicha verdad. by Ryan Aizalett 0 Saludos lectores, aquí mis sinceros pensamientos sobre una vida efímera, latente, y porque temerle... Espero les sea de su agrado. Géneros principales: suspenso, romance, acción. ⚠️ Nota aclaratoria en el capítulo 3.

Drake es un jugador de fútbol americano. Olivia es una gran bailarina. Sus manos encajan como si fueran creadas para ello. En cuestión de segundos, las pulsaciones normales de Drake cambian en cuanto ve a Olivia bailar en la obra de su hermana, Lucy. A partir de allí, sus vidas empiezan a unirse rápida e inesperadamente, como si todo fuera parte de un rompecabezas perfectamente armado. Portada original. Se prohíbe cualquier copia o adaptación.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake