Tide Touched

Tide Touched

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Everybody knew the stories, once someone fell to the water, not even the body would emerge. There was not a single soul who managed to save their pitiful existence from the curse of the dark waters... Until me. I had everything I could want until he took it from me. Now all I have is a goddamn curse and a ton of questions I don't have the answers to. I can hear the desire for revenge calling out to me, but I have a lot of problems to deal with, and as if that wasn't enough, I seem to need the help of my greatest enemy. I'm running out of time, and all this is happening just because I trusted the wrong man. I will make sure I don't make the same mistake again, though... right? ------ This is just an online save point for my story. I'm not a native English speaker, so you might notice a mix of British and American spelling. If you spot any inconsistencies, feel free to point them out! I'd also love to hear your thoughts on the story and suggestions for how to improve it.
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They told me my voice was a curse. A song too sharp, too sweet, too deadly. Ships sank for me. Angels wept for me. Monsters knelt at my feet. But one night, I sang-and the Devil came. He didn't fall. He smiled. Beautiful. Terrifying. A man carved from shadows and fire. He said my voice didn't just tempt men. It tempted Hell itself. And now? He wants me. Not my song. Not my power. Me. The more I resist, the harder he presses-taunting me, burning me, drowning me in him until I don't know if I want to kill him or kiss him. I should be afraid. I should run. But every time he whispers my siren, my blood turns to flame. I sang, and the Devil answered. And I don't think I'll survive his love.

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