Taming The Hybrid

Taming The Hybrid

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MatureOngoing27m

Last published Thu, Aug 26, 2021

Fiction

Fantasy

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## Summary He pierced his gaze with mine making me trembled at how tense the atmosphere is. His beautiful red eyes glared at my blue one before he took a step forward and each time he did, I stepped further back until my back hits the wall. Both of his arms were at the side of my head, caging me inside as he leaned over until his breath caressed my cheeks. He smirked; knowing that he finally got me cornered. "I know you want me too, Babe. You don't have to deny the bond between us and accept me as your mate for eternity." "No. . .!" I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes in an attempt to avoid his face. I feel a thumb grazing my chin before it jerked me back with me meeting his eye. "Don't tempt me any further than you can handle, " He continued. "Even I, myself can't tame when an angry dragon and demon shows their true form." . . . Quinton Reed was enjoying his peaceful life with good grades, a teacher's favorites and a loving family. When he, in his inquisitiveness, saw an announcement where Summerville Institute was opening a gate for intelligent and smart student to be able to attend their Academy. Reed was enticed by their scholarship proposal and without any thoughts, he submitted his application. Out of his expectations, he was accepted out of two thousand people. That's when his life turned upside down when he realized that the Academy was not like what the public learned but something scary and mysterious was buried deep inside. Reed was not ready for what's waiting for him, not when he discovered that supernatural creatures are real.

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