Making Bonds

Making Bonds

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*Formerly: Hey look there goes my soulmate... What?!*What if you thought you were 100%human? What if you scoffed at the idea of the paranormal? But then what if all that changed with a trip to the supermarket... That was Allessandra's life and it's turned completely upside down in a matter of weeks. Things get even more confusing when she starts to doubt her Own humanity. But can she really mind that much when this whole situation has brought her to Brendan: strange, intense and obviously other-wordly from the start? But how can this possibly end well? A story about love, adaptation, survival and acceptance.*Complete*
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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