Soulmates
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Last published Sun, Jun 13, 2021
Dark blue sky. The light of the full moon gets reflected by the skarlet rose petals from the beautiful roses that belong to my family's Rosegarden. A cold but soft wind blows through his silverish hair. You can't see any stars in the sky tonight. The bright light of the full moon is swallowing the light of all the other stars. And then suddenly, he turns around and faces me. His sparkling deep ocean blue eyes make me speechless. I recognize him.
"...Anthony?"
He gives me a soft smile.
"You recognize me? Even though we never met in this lifetime before?"
I nod and head over to him.
"Tell me Alice. Do you remember...how you died?"
-RIIINNNGGGG-
The annoying sound of my alarm clock wakes me up.
"Stupid phone.."
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He trailed his fingers along my skin. I sucked in my breath, a desperate moan escaping my lips. He stole the sound with another kiss. Every part of me begged to become his. "Eliza," he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. "I'm a Dark Lord. Do you know what that is?" "Yes but I'm not afraid." "I could hurt you," he said, his gaze dangerous. "I will hurt you." * After hearing tales of Dark Realm my entire life, I took the opportunity to explore it first-hand. Being abducted? Sold as a breeder? No big deal if it was how fate brought me and my mate together. But little did I expect, what I got for my love was his cruel rejection. * "Eliza, please. Come back to me. I've restored our matebond!" His eyes bore into mine. I leaned into the kiss he planted on my lips. The irresistible pull toward him was there again as strong as ever, but I managed to push him away. "No." I looked into his pleading eyes and forced my voice to stay calm, "I, Eliza, now reject you as my mate!"
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