Dreams

Dreams

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Let me ask you something, you are living in the world, as a human, ignorant to everything that is around, but while some says ignorance is a bliss, you must remember that there things out there you must never be ignorant off, especially of other people, people with skills, with power, with talents, with intentions, with supernatural. But what would you do if you are one with such abilities, talents, skills, supernatural and you are ignorant of it yourself. Well you would call yourself an idiot that's for sure. But me, I, on the other hand have such a weird ability that I sometime wish that I shouldn't have it, an ability which actually, well it's not a curse, but it's not a blessing either, but I have this ability, I had this for as long as I could remember, ability which make me things know that I shouldn't possibly know. I can dwell into the future and dive into the past. And I can live it again. Well its more complicated than that. *Its my original work from Inkitt*
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Book 4 of The Awakening Series The Malicious Vampire King. My Paramour. Marcellus Throne, the now infamous Malicious Vampire King, has been promised to me since the day he took his first breath. Even before then, our fates were written in the marrow of creation. My first vision, the one that burned itself into my memory before I even understood what I was, was of him. It has always been him. His face. His power. His darkness. Until the night he slept with my sister. That single act shattered every prophecy, every divine whisper, every foolish belief I had in fate. The bond that was supposed to unite empires instead became a curse waiting to be cast. And now, centuries later, the bastard decides to host a mockery of love, a televised "quest for his beloved" as if our story were nothing but royal entertainment. So I came to his kingdom, ready to remind him that destiny is not a joke, and neither am I. Ready to curse him for every ounce of arrogance that dripped from his name. Only for him to turn around, before the entire world, and declare that I am his fated beloved and he's right! He's fatally fucked! Ha.

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