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Rotting Beauty

Rotting Beauty

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Cover Credits: @Livinginafantasy2019 A driving force fueled by greed can only push you so far, and as Malia will soon discover, the direction greed can take you is not a pleasant one. Greed can be our closest friend, our coldest enemy, or greatest rising, and our most destructive downfall. Can greed control Malia? Or will Malia master her own greed? Two people who come from different time periods, different walks of life, and different morals, are now both after the same thing. Only one can be granted the luxury of living in the sun's light, while the other is cursed with beauty, and rotting.
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"Marry me, Cassie. Fulfill the promise you made to me. Become the demon's bride." His voice was deep, laced with something ancient, something unbreakable. He stepped closer, his burning crimson eyes never leaving hers. Her breath hitched. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear and something unexplainable tangling together. "And if I refuse?" she whispered. A smirk curled on his lips, dark and knowing. "Then I will make you ready... but you will marry me." She wanted to call him insane, to tell him he had the wrong person. But the way he looked at her-like he had waited lifetimes just for this moment-shook her to her core. He spoke of promises she didn't remember, of a past she couldn't recall. Yet, something inside her ached at his words, a strange sense of déjà vu wrapping around her like a ghostly embrace. What happens when a demon claims you as his lost lover, swearing that you once vowed to marry him?

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