It Girl
  • WpView
    LECTURAS 8
  • WpVote
    Votos 4
  • WpPart
    Partes 1
WpMetadataReadContinúa<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación dom, may 20, 2018
Dans Starling City, des voleurs, meurtriers sommes le chaos, je me suis toujours demander pourquoi personne n'a jamais voulut être un super héros pour arrêter ses criminels, moi j'ai tenter de les arrêter sauf que je ne suis pas un héro, les héros aux les emprisonnes, moi je les tues, je ne sauve pas les gens, je torture juste les criminels......
Todos los derechos reservados
#2
doublevie
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Vampire's Prey
  • Covet
  • The scarlet Phoenix
  • Deeper Connections +18
  • Disarmingly Charming: An Annora Park Novel: Book Two
  • His Prize
  • AngryHugs Oneshots!!
  • BLUDHAVEN
  • Safehaven
  • Roots On The Rocks

Julia is on the run, fleeing for her life. An army of vampires ravage her country, plundering villages and enslaving their occupants. With the vampire horde closing in, Julia is forced to abandon her home and head south with the hope of reuniting with her brother. There they will build a new farm and live in safety. But one vampire lord has a different plan for her future. He tracks her down and takes her captive. No matter how hopeless her situation, she never gives up, risking her life to regain her freedom. He forces her down, punishing her when her defiant spirit hinders his mission. It soon becomes clear that she's nothing like the human soldiers he's used to dealing with. A sense a guilt begins to grow whenever he upsets the girl who both fears and leans into him for protection. Julia and the vampire lord are connected in ways they had never known. Their lives become entangled, bringing them to make decisions they would've never thought possible. Extract from Chapter 1: He unsheathes his blade, and I suddenly wish that he'd go back to poking me. He's going to cut me while I can't move? To torture me? I start to panic again. "No, no, no." I yank on the restraints, and the rope bites into my skin. I pull and pull and try to shuffle away from him. He presses the blade against my neck, and I freeze. "Fearful," he says. I catch a glimpse of his freakishly long canines. The edge of the blade presses on my skin, just enough not to draw blood.

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido