Chaos

Chaos

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Freshly graduated from high school, Delilah Moores is 18 years old. Her family is made up of a long line of hunters. To be on the list of "hunted" you have to be a danger to humankind. So when they move to a new town in Nebraska, a group of hunters warns them about a certain demon that has been wreaking havoc on the poor locals. His name is Cadaver Willems. The little twist is he has been stalking the Moores girls for the past ten years. The ultimate goal for him is to separate all relations to Delilah and her sister Allison. _________________________________________ Excerpt: I watched Cadaver kneel down in a pool of Noah's blood and spell out a phrase. He starts giggling like a child that just saw his mother's butt crack. I can't see his face, but I'm sure I'd be disgusted with it. His slim shoulders shake with laughter with an almost strange amount of force. I try to look away, but if I do I'll be forced to see Noah's death replaying over and over. When he gets up from the place that he was sitting the words are in clear view. Cadaver has a slightly- and strangely- attractive look on his face that is like a small child looking for his parents approval of his hard work; even though it might be crude. The words 'bloody hell' are spelt out messily in this crimson that my mind doesn't process immediately. Obviously, the strange dark red liquid is blood.
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CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

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