The Eternal Love (On Hold For Revision & Editing)
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  • Time 5h 57m
Ongoing, First published Jun 13, 2020
(UPDATES EVERYDAY. THE STORY IS PARTLY EDITED AND WILL CLEAN IT UP AS SOON AS IT'S COMPLETED) 

"I looked at the portrait again. At the soft bronzed skin, the oval face, and smooth cheeks and the violet eyes which seemed to look at something in the distance. Even the quirk of her lips was the same as mine when I felt amused. Yet, my mind still refused to believe it was me a thousand years ago."

Seraphine was found at the side of the road with no memory of who she is or where she came from. As a year went by, living under the protection of Irene a four hundred year old Night Creature, she still can't remember anything about herself. She was then told she'll be presented at the Blood Moon Ball,  a yearly event where Night Creatures present humans and be sold off to the highest bidder with the promise of being changed into a Night Creature like them. 
Months before the event, an old night creature paid them a visit and Seraphine found herself remembering little details about herself, and for unexplained reason she feels drawn tp that old Night Creature. 
Will she go through the change when she was just starting to have trickles of her memory back? 

WARNING:
NO MATURE CONTENTS AT THE MOMENT. 
THERE IS MILD GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. 
THERE IS SUCIDE ATTEMPT.



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