- Reads 99
- Votes 10
- Parts 9
- Time 37m
Ongoing, First published Mar 20, 2017
I knew his body as well as my own, the way it moved, the way it felt. Damien. His eyes like green fire, stared at me, my curves, my lips. I felt naked, exposed and rage boiled in my stomach. Even after everything he had done, he led with no apology; just stood there, as if this wasn't a kidnapping. As if I wasn't trapped down here with the endless dripping water. **** That's where I saw the first tear in Damien's shiny facade. Damien was egotistical, and power hungry. His armor cracked, and once his armor cracked I couldn't pretend perfection existed. I stared at the paper, the wax seal mocking me and I wondered what worth my life had? Was death worth escaping this world? About: A human trapped in a world of witches must chose between freedom or love. This is the drafts of my up-coming novel, life to a witch, enjoy. Story is complete and will be dripped outAll Rights Reserved
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