Mystical fantasy.

Mystical fantasy.

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On a typical day, no one even looks at Clara. No one cares about her existence other than her loving Aunt Amelia and Clara is fine with it. As she slowly reaches 20, Clara gets a visit from a not so usual old lady who claims that she has the blood of the ancient ones and she needs to fulfil her destiny. The thing is, Clara doesn't have a destiny per say other than completing her education and landing on a good job. However the mark the old lady left on Clara's wrist reminded her of an old story that Aunt Amelia told her when she was child. Where Faes used to walk among humans as they protectors; warriors. However Faes don't exist right? Well that is something Clara has to find on her own and will she able to bear the responsibilities that now rests on her? A/N: My first time writing guys! Do give it a shot and tell me what you think. I'm pretty terrible at writing so please tolerate my writing hehe. Thank you and have a great day!! PS: Book cover Photo by Kenny Luo on Unsplash.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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