The Unmatched Beauty
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Dernière publication sam., sept. 5, 2020
On that night my clan was slaughtered along with my family, siblings, mother, and father.
The culprit that had killed my clan was standing still looking at me with his blood red eyes, I just stared, I felt numb. There was nothing I could have done I was just a child, weak, and frightened.
But that's not what showed on the outside, my eyes were empty, I let these few words slip from my lips...
"Just kill me...there's nothing more for me here...."
He smirked and started to walk towards me, lifting up my chin, and whispered these few words to me...
"You are to be marked as mine, I will come back one day to retrieve you...."
With that said everything turned to black
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