CHANGES

CHANGES

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"WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN INSATIABLE BITCH??" I stood there with my lips slightly parted.. I wanted to say something but I couldn't say a word. because deep down I knew she was right. no matter what I got from life I was always thirsty for more. but still you can't blame me. once you're a person that normally have things taken from you .....once you start getting things you develop a craven....mostly.... craven for power . A/N-- there you have it ..a little supthn supthn.... this story is about a girl that is insatiable...... .... ..... ...... ........ .......... ............ ............... ............,..... ............. ......... ..... ... .. . sorry don't like to be a spoiler like surprising people so pls add story thank you
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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