Whispers From the Dead

Whispers From the Dead

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"Look at me." The words were surprisingly soft, almost tender, not at all matching the image I had of the King. I took a deep breath as I lifted my gaze to look into his eyes. My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes were met with the most gorgeous golden gaze. He continued to look at me not saying a thing, and I was barely able to breath under his intense stare. Turned out I wasn't the only one having trouble breathing as the intense staring contest was broken by the sound of a crow falling from my shoulder to the ground. I immediately snapped back to reality crouching down to look at a pretty disorientated Bob. "Jesus Christ! You scared the living shit out of me!"
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"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.

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