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SUPERIOR

SUPERIOR

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Nov 18, 2020
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Fiction
Paranormal
I know what there are, but I had never met them before until now, I know how much I'm worth. But I wonder how two humans could create something so destructive as me. It wasn't possible, I've been taught to fight, but not in this kind of situation. I know what I am, I've been secretly preparing for situations like this but I learnt never to fight back. I am a rare kind, the powers I have is not supposed to be.... it was for the king only and I just happened to be born like this. My red hair could stand out in crowds, my red coloured eyes could be mistaken for contact lens, my freckles that made a stain on my cheek could also be mistaken as specks of brown paint, my curvy plumped lips didnt look natural, I was incredibly beautiful, almost too perfect. And that's why I loathe myself with passion.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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