Your decision, My fate (old)

Your decision, My fate (old)

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Word has been going around about a new, dangerous species. From crimes to sightings, people have been frightened of them. "People from hell" was their nickname, and fitting for their attributes. Abnormal strength, demonic features, thirsty for blood. Many people have locked themselves up from fear of being eaten alive. Angelo however, didn't let it get to his head. He went away from his family to start a new chapter, but as expected, it didn't go as planned. - Cover made by; written_with_issues Programs used; Krita, Canva
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CURRENTLY EDITING SOME CHAPTERS, SO APOLOGIES IF ANYTHING DOESNT QUITE ADD UP YET! (You may notice a few inconsistencies while I work on it, but everything will be fixed once the edits are complete. Thank you for your patience!) She wanted to see the world. Instead, she became a prisoner of the man who rules the shadows. He kidnapped her because he thought she knew too much. She knew nothing. Now she has two choices: work for the man who stole her freedom - or die. -- "I can see it, you know," he continues, his voice as smooth and dangerous as the edge of a blade. "The fear you're trying so hard to hide. The way your hands tremble ever so slightly, the way your breath catches in your throat when I'm close like this." My hands instinctively curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. He tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey, his proximity suffocating. "You should be scared," he says, the words laced with an unsettling certainty. "Because when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left of that defiance you're so proud of." A shiver runs down my spine. "I've faced worse than you," I manage to grit out, though my voice is barely above a whisper. "And I'm still standing." His lips curve into a sinister smile, a glint of something dark and twisted flashing in his eyes. "We'll see how long that lasts." "Let's go." "No." --

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