Karma of the Fallen Angel
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I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of whanton. I have spent the night in the fae and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the Arcanum at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Angels, loved women, and sung songs that made the maidens weep.
You may have heard of me.
This is the story of an angel wreathed in shadow, of a human thrust into light then devoured by the darkness. The story of a hesitant prodigy. This is the story of the fallen angel
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Unable to resist any longer, I closed the distance, pressing my lips gently against his. Our pace was slow at first, but then he lost control, and his kiss became rougher, more urgent. He pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. "Has anyone touched you here before?" Blake broke the kiss, his voice impossibly low as he lightly brushed his thumb across my hardened nipple. Ripples of pleasure coursed through me, and my groin began to throb, my underwear soaked with desire. My breath hitched from his touch, and I shook my head. He let out a light growl and pinched my nipple harder. "Has anyone touched these before?" he repeated. I whimpered, "No... no one but you." Blake let out a deep growl and kissed me roughly again. I was consumed by him. I tore my lips from his to suck in a much-needed breath. I could feel his arousal straining against my leg, his breathing heavy. _______________________________________________________ My name is Elara Whittingham. I am seventeen and have magical abilities. That may sound amazing, but my life is anything but sunshine and rainbows. You see, my parents are wanted criminals. They seek power and magical items to enhance their power to take over the world. As for me, I'm their only child and a disgrace to them as I don't agree with them. I've refused to use my magic around them for them. And suffer the consequences. One day, I build up the courage to run away and meet someone who helps me get into a magic academy, where my life begins to look up. I make friends, create enemies, and fall in love. Professor Blake Wade. Not only did he save me, but he is everything I could ever want or need in life. Without him, I don't know what would have become of me. But my life's not that easy. What happens when my past begins to catch up to me? When my lies began to crumble? When the truth of my identity is finally revealed? Will everyone I love still accept me?
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