With A Hint Of Magic

With A Hint Of Magic

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My name is Allexia Jones. I lived in Florida, before my parents died in a "car crash" that was really their death sentence by the Council for having me and my brother. The two most powerful wizards in the world. Yep, awesome right? You try doing what I do EVERY DAY for a living. Then you'll see.... They always do. My life can be considered slightly normal for a fifteen year old. Except I'm a witch and my brother is a wizard; my two best friends are a Werecat and a Treant; we joined together to hunt down supernatural beings that threaten humanity; my ex boyfriend, the werewolf, is killing humans for fun; and a boy from my childhood shows up, tells me he's a shapeshifter; and on top of that I just may be falling for him... Again. Yep. Pretty normal... Slightly...
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Tick-tock. Time is up. You can run, but... I wouldn't know the truth if it ran me over on a dark road and stopped long enough to introduce itself. I'm a chameleon and my days of flying under Rixton Biochemical Corp's radar has come to end. Battles fought in secret have now become public and war has been declared. Falling in love wasn't even a blip on my survival radar. From the moment I literally fell into him, it was lust at first sight and our connection was undeniable. Too bad I'm the threat he is sworn to hunt down and he's the danger I crave. ...you will be hunted... Self-delusion: the master of all lies spun; the spider that guards deceptions web. When my past comes back to haunt me, my perfectly crafted island of deceptive truths and earth-shattering lies descends into chaos. I am supposed to be the good guy. The one who hunted down the bad guys. I live in a world where the line that separates the "good" guys from the "bad" guys is just a blurry optical illusion that tricks the mind into believing whatever it wants to be true. Not everything (or everyone) is what (or who) it (they) seem. ...and the truth always finds its prey.

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