Will We Survive? (2011 Watty Awards) ~On Hold~

Will We Survive? (2011 Watty Awards) ~On Hold~

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Becca is a werewolf. She has 2 sisters. One is named Bonnie who is a witch and the other is Bella who is a vampire. They all have the same mother ,but different fathers. They have lived with there mother from when they were born in New York ,but when the fathers come and try to separate them and take them. the only thing the can think of to stay together is run. they run not for there lives ,but for there freedom. they know if they are caught they will be locked down with there own kind and thats it. Will they be able to stick together? Or will they be caught? Did I mention there races hate each other? And that the fathers decide to send there most powerful people after them? Also they have no idea what they are.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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