Something To Love

Something To Love

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Everyone has at least something to love, but in some cases, this isn't true. Hetty is different, and she knows it, the way she speaks, the way she walks, and most of all, the way she loves. Unlike her human counterparts, loving is not something that comes easy to her. She struggles with the idea of spending eternity with someone. She worries that the vows they make to each other will not stay true. And she is scared of what other people might think. Hetty doesn't know what will happen when the mysterious Jockland twins turn up at Bellmorrow Forest, but she knows for sure that they are not human. Just like her...
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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