The Human Countess {J. Hale}

The Human Countess {J. Hale}

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"Hello, My name is Jasper. Jasper Hale. This is my adopted sister, Alice Cullen and her boyfriend Kyle Blaze. May I ask what's yours?" said the blond male, his Texan drawl seeping through as he introduced himself, the little pixie like female beside him, and the freckled man beside her. "Eliza. Eliza Bathory." she replied, her British accent contained a hint of a Hungarian one. "Bathory? Forgive me for asking, but are you by chance, from Elizabeth Bathory's line?" He asked, his gold eyes meeting her Hazel ones. Their eye contact got broken by Eliza's phone ringing. "Ah, yes. Countess Erzsébet is my direct ancestor." she replied, before excusing herself, answering the call. She can feel his gaze on her as she walked away, and let a smirk out of her face as she felt the bond form. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, OR THE CHARACTERS I ADDED IN. I ONLY OWN THE CHANGES IN THE STORY LINE. COVER IS EDITED BY ME.CREDITS GOES TO PICTURE OWNERS.
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Here I was, convinced that love was something I'd never allow myself to fall into. I truly believed it was a waste of time and energy-an illusion that left people empty. I had seen too many women become love-drunk, so wrapped up in someone else that they forgot who they were. I promised myself I would never be like that. I swore I wouldn't walk the same path my mother did, a path that led straight to self-destruction. But then I saw you. You stood there, glowing with a light so fierce it was almost blinding. You shone so brightly that I swore if I reached out to touch you, I'd burn. And yet, despite the danger, despite every warning I had carved into my heart, I couldn't stay away. Something inside me shifted, cracked open, and suddenly the thought of distance between us felt unbearable.

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