captive of a beast (on hold)

captive of a beast (on hold)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 13, 2012
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Paranormal
In a world where having a vampire as your chemistry teacher is no more abnormal than eating eggs for breakfast, or where a wolf as your personal stylist was as unusual as driving a car ,there is a delicate balance. It ensures that no species is considered as higher than another. And then a child is born on a normal Sunday in a seemingly normal town that her name was Gabriella. Even from preschool there was an obvious difference between Gabriella and the other children. where others were struggling to make new friends it came to her as easy as breathing and continued on through her life while others went through their awkward phases Gabriella just skipped over them without notice and it didn't stop there. Most assumed this easiness in life was do to having natural blond hair and perfect tan...but what if it was due to something a little more ...i dont know mystical. In early middle school Gabriella starts to realize this "gift" she has work a lot differently on males. At a bar one evening Gabriella just happens to lock eyes with a total tear up the floor boards hottie who will change her life forever. As she undergoes the challenges set forth she begins to discover hidden secrets of the past and one that just may change life as she knows it. But is she ready for all the sudden changes taking place or will she stray from the path less taken
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Heart

Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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