Every story has an end, and this is just a start of it.
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Hannah admired pride dripping from Lev- if it was five years ago, they would have met in collage he would have made an honest women out of her. That would have been plot of all those novel written in abundance where the only thing that ever changed was character's name but ending would have been same- girl abandoning everything for her ultimate love. But this was Hannah's life, the only thing she could abandon is Lev.
"No" Isaac provides a sarcastic smile, prompting her to explain, "Let me tell you why. Because the man that is sitting there is an Alpha, his life is to live here, protect humanity and he needs a woman to sit by his left, who could give all her life serving to all these wolves. Live here and forget the world that resides just a mile down" Hannah turns her head, "and in that world I'm an Alpha, I have a family and a company, I have duties and responsibilities and people I love and cherish" smile painted face, "and it's not just Zoe, brother, it's every member of my family. Now tell me who should make the ultimate sacrifice, me? Why because it's happening from generations--- or him? Why? to prove some point that will show this wave of change on feminism" Hannah looks back at Lev, "In the end, whoever move, will makes the grant sacrifice, and will grow to hate other. Because in the end we both are very similar, Isaac, ultimately we will hurt each other to protect our families.".
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Dear prince charming ,
Don't you know she bled ? All the 'i love you's' between your cigarette breaths were the only lies said.
Dear prince charming , don't you know she smiled ? with knives in her back much like a girl gone wild?
Dear prince charming , don't you know you were her only light? but it wasn't her on top of you last night.
Dear prince charming , was loving you such a crime? perhaps that's why they say , commit full-time.
So , pardon the surprise when your betrayal burned.
-into her veins , and the sweet smile overturned.
There stood your girl out of breath ,
Her soul craved your death.
Aftermath of brutality , never looked this lustful.
You did always say , she was quiet the handful.
They say murder is an art ,
perhaps yours was where she'd start.
To take away a life , is to play god in devils playground
you wont be laughing when your angel is hell bound.
It's not a love story , but for those walking with a bleeding heart.
After all , hell is a writers bedside table and heaven is a completed draft.