Watching the Damned

Watching the Damned

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Given a choice, would she choose light or darkness? Will she let her tattered heart get the better of her as she finds out who she really is, and her destiny in this world. Is there even a good side for her to choose in this war? Marisol is a normal teenage girl up until her 18th birthday. She discovers things that she never could imagine existed in her world. Everyone around claims they're trying to protect and help her, but who can she trust? Who is on her side? *Excerpt* I still remember the look on her face that night, the blood slowly dripping from her hands. She wasn't sad, she didn't shed a tear, but her eyes were set in straight fear. The knife clashed to the ground with the second body staining that street red. I couldn't even process what had just happened before my moms bloody hand wrapped around mine, pulling me farther away and never stopping. That was not a night for mourning, but the first night of running. Little did I know that it would never end. 5 years and we're still running away. But I no longer know from who or what. No one is chasing us to this point, no one could possibly care anymore. [ 8,769 words ]
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Her voice came out grainy. "I'm tired of being the devil's whip." She ground her teeth together. "I'm tired of killing for evil. I saw you the other night and it made me feel something I'd never felt before. The want to protect you." She looked down at her feet, her expression unfamiliar. "I've been a monster for five hundred years." She looked at me. "And when I saw you, I saw good. I saw purity." - "And what did my angel think about?" She growled. I could feel her breath in my ear. The possessiveness that clouded her burrowed into me. She bit my ear again and I sighed in pleasure. "Tell me," she demanded. "I thought about you," I admitted. My core began to throb. "And was it good?" She moved her lips down to my neck, biting the artery that beat rapidly. I swallowed. "No one has ever made me feel like you do." My voice came out husky. I couldn't take much more of this. - Camael never asked to be saved by a demon. She didn't even know that demons could be saviors. Her purpose was to do the right thing, even when it felt so wrong. Lirathis has killed her entire life. She was the Devil's whip and knew nothing except pain and destruction. Void of any emotion. Until she met Camael. Something is changing between them. Pulling them together. Wrenching them from the lives they knew. Chemistry had its own magic.

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