The Hybrid's Masquerade

The Hybrid's Masquerade

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Cara Smith is your average teenager. Except she isn't? That's how these stories are supposed to go anyway. Magical teenager gets transported to a new world in which they actually matter. They don't tell you the gory parts of what they have to do to get there, or stay alive. Cara Smith has no memories, not even one. So she has nothing to prepare her for the attacks, or the death, or how much she enjoys them; how much she enjoys the hunt, the kill. ------------------- A.N Hi there, I'm back with an original story this time. I own every character and plot detail in this story and I hope you enjoy each and every one. P.S I don't own the cover art but if anyone's interested, I'm in dire need of one more suited to the story.
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Completed on 24/09/2018 Tell me who hurt you?" It was a command. I could have been afraid and probably told the whole of my traumatic childhood but I shook my head. There was no way I was telling him my darkest secrets. "I will find out..I always find out cara" he mumbled. But I doubted even he could guess my father was responsible for my nightmares. He stared at me, and I stared right back at him. "You have freckles" I whispered lifting my right hand to touch his face. "Do I?" His voice was husky. He turned his face slightly towards my hand noting the taut set of his bold profile. His jaw was set granite hard, but his eyes turned soft. He leaned closer hesitating for a second. I knew he was giving me a chance to avoid his kiss.

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