Wherfore Art Thou Forbidden

Wherfore Art Thou Forbidden

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What would you do if everything in your life was a lie? Janae Lovano had been raised a good, strong catholic girl. She was raised to believe that out in the world there were only bad creatures out to hurt anything alive just for the sake of it. What happens when Janae finds out she's one of these creatures. and, even crazier she's destined to marry the biggest, baddest one of all? Will she accept her fate and complete the ritual that will change her into what she has always been said to be: A Demon? Or will she deny all evil and instead fight against it all? willing to help her. One is her 'Mate'. One is her 'Helper'. And the other is her 'Captor'. Which one will she choose?
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"I'm sorry," I apologized as I watched her break down even more. There was a pang in my chest as I stared at her. Fiore. I took a beautiful flower and crushed all of its petals. Not being able to bare the sight of her being so broken, I stood from the bed and walked to the door before hitting the lights. "You should get some sleep," I suggested as I turned my back to her and Aurora and left the room. I then went into the now empty living room and spread out on one of the long sofas. Despite how comfy the sofa was, I knew I wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. All I could think about was the sight of Sagacity being so hurt by what I had done. I had made her a promise that the next time she'd cry, it would be from being happy. I broke that promise. I even broke her heart, and that was the last thing I had ever wanted to do. Whatever consequences I had to face was well deserved. I didn't deserve Sagacity, and she didn't deserve my ill treatment. If she wanted nothing to do with me, I would have to accept that, despite how hard letting her go would be. I had made my bed, and I alone would lay in it.

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