Secret flame

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She shook violently and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she fainted ,falling to the ground .Her last thought before everything went black was "WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!!".Todos los derechos reservados

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jue, sep 14, 2017

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When all you've ever wanted, All you've ever fought for, Becomes the scythe to your bleeding core... The curse hiding under the tenderness of a touch, The softness of a voice... of a loving gaze, An easing warmth to your freezing heart, It ruins you, It burns your insides, And worse... you can feel it slowly killing you, Ever so sweetly... Intoxicating. Driving you to your end, Like a moth to a flame. You know it's danger, yet you still dive deeper into what's to be your grave. Afraid to answer your own mind, Scared to face your own logic, So you helplessly ask yourself, How can a heart still long for its destroyer? How can cold snow yearn for the burning heat of crimson? ♡ blood and snow : Despite being named 'Eineige' after snow, She's an uncontrollable fire, red and furious, A messed up mind, Beautifully broken... guided by her blades, always hidden under the past she seeks to reveal... she was there to end him... He was there to enlighten her... Him... despite being named 'Aithne' after fire, He was a flicker of snow... dragged into her heat, Blinded by her burning light, He knew she'd be the death of him all along, yet he couldn't help but drown deeper into her flames, More and more, addicted to the sweet pain she injected through him, growing obsessed beyond limits, She was effortlessly intoxicating... and he was helplessly drugged. They are Aithne and Eineige, a flame and a snow flake... Adam's ale... an agni, A Crimson to snow.

Sword still in her hands, she stomped her foot again. "Why are you smiling?" Brainwashed? Check. Sheltered? Check. Lost and alone? Check and, uh, check. That about summed Megan up. Banished from the heavens-kicked out-same thing-everyone thought for sure that this was it for her. Of course, no one had taken the demon King into account. He shrugged. "Because I'm happy." "Why?" She asked. "Because I find you endearing." "Why?" Desperate? Damn straight. Loved up? Beyond recognition. Prepared to rip anybody and everybody's throat out at any given moment for looking at her wrong? Absolutely. Claudio had waited far too long for his mate. Nothing was getting in the way of their forever. Not life. Not death. Certainly not a war that she'd be heading. "Because I've waited a long time for this. I'm going to explain to you what it means to be a... mate."

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

..."Sir.. please take me down. I'm tired" "You're tired? Okay. Just one last thing" And without any warning, i sent a whip flying softly across her body, leaving a red line against her white skin. "Ooww Dario!!" And another. "Fuck!" Last one. She says nothing, only lets tears run down her face. I untie her and hold her like a baby. Carry her to the bedroom and lay her in bed...

"Suddenly her bed began to rumble as did her whole room. It was as if her apartment separated from the others and began frantically dancing. It stopped abruptly. It was silent again"

The crowd erupted, roaring with glee, at every clumsy mishap they did see, red splashes stained the stage with haste, as an awkward teen became a victim of disgrace, with a bumbling slip, he hit the floor, and the laughter grew louder, more giggles and chuckles, laughter galore. Pull the curtain, the scene must end, the audience's breath held tight, my friend. The final act, a poor display, the lights dim, and the curtain sways. "Come again for another show," they say. Amidst the jeers and thunderous roars, I couldn't help but join, of course- for what was left but to laugh and stare, at the monsters we saw ourselves become.

"Let me go!" I screamed kicking my legs as the shadow lifted me threw the air. We were heading towards a glowing portal. I tried freeing myself, knowing the fall would probably kill me instantly...yet I wouldn't actually die. I mean I was dreaming...right?

She trembled in fear , Ronnie walked up to her and raised his hand to her forehead "deep breath , okay this might hurt a little ." Ronnie placed his hand on her forehead , red energy seeped from her body dancing gently to Ronnies finger tips . She screamed until ....her voice was completely gone

"Isn't she is pregnant and I was pregnant when her mother did this to me,"before I process what she was saying. I saw my life flash into my eyes. She pushed me down the stairs.Everything goes blank. That is how I died. Read to find out more and this book is not a dissapointment,you will surely enjoy it. :)

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The Crimson To My Snow

When all you've ever wanted, All you've ever fought for, Becomes the scythe to your bleeding core... The curse hiding under the tenderness of a touch, The softness of a voice... of a loving gaze, An easing warmth to your freezing heart, It ruins you, It burns your insides, And worse... you can feel it slowly killing you, Ever so sweetly... Intoxicating. Driving you to your end, Like a moth to a flame. You know it's danger, yet you still dive deeper into what's to be your grave. Afraid to answer your own mind, Scared to face your own logic, So you helplessly ask yourself, How can a heart still long for its destroyer? How can cold snow yearn for the burning heat of crimson? ♡ blood and snow : Despite being named 'Eineige' after snow, She's an uncontrollable fire, red and furious, A messed up mind, Beautifully broken... guided by her blades, always hidden under the past she seeks to reveal... she was there to end him... He was there to enlighten her... Him... despite being named 'Aithne' after fire, He was a flicker of snow... dragged into her heat, Blinded by her burning light, He knew she'd be the death of him all along, yet he couldn't help but drown deeper into her flames, More and more, addicted to the sweet pain she injected through him, growing obsessed beyond limits, She was effortlessly intoxicating... and he was helplessly drugged. They are Aithne and Eineige, a flame and a snow flake... Adam's ale... an agni, A Crimson to snow.

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