Aurore : Maudite

Aurore : Maudite

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Aurore Sown, orpheline depuis sa naissance, abandonnée de tous, vit chaque jour avec un don pesant. Celui de voir le nombre de jours restant avant la mort de toutes les personnes qu'elle rencontre. Elle s'est résolu à ne plus jamais s'attacher mais c'était sans compter l'arrivée de Michael. Cet homme n'a pas de date de mort prévue. Mais alors qui est-il ? En sa compagnie Aurore cherchera à se libérer de ce don, ce fardeau. Mais un invité surprise fait alors son entré, l'amour. __ ©️2019 maude_mrt
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This is a mature book. It has themes of Sex, BDSM, Violence, Murder, Self-Harm, Mind Control, and Torture. Reader discretion is advised. *****This has been edited from the original story (Previously Auras) ***** Aurora was a normal college student working towards a business degree until she went to a party that changed her life. Everyone she knew and cared about was murdered in a twisted idea of fun, she was the only survivor. Quickly dumped into a world of supernatural Aurora must find her place despite the fact a possessive werewolf seems to want to tell her what to do. Can she adjust or will she crumble under the pressure? Excerpt: The screams and cries for help faded while silent tears continued to stream down her face. Her hands were slapped over her mouth to muffle any noise that escaped her quivering lips. She wasn't sure how long she was in that pantry but couldn't come out until she was beyond certain that they had left. For a moment, she started to have hope that maybe they wouldn't be able to find her, but a voice spoke up, and fear flooded in once again. "You cleared out the upstairs, too, right?" "Yeah." Another voice responded. There was a slight pause, "Hmm. Then where is that heartbeat coming from, I wonder." His voice had a sickening amusement to it, and her heart rate uncontrollably spiked with the adrenaline pumped through her veins. Was he talking about her? The thought that he could hear her heartbeat was crazy. It just wasn't humanly possible. Footsteps grew closer to the kitchen. Somehow, they had found her. She said one last prayer and goodbye to her life as the pantry opened. "Boo." The man yelled, peering in at her. She was frozen. There was nothing more she could do. She was going to die. "Little Birdy," he stretched out his hand, "come out to play."

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