Wings of a Fallen Angel
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This is a story I wrote a few months ago, I will probably expand on the idea later. Tell me if you guys think its a good story line:
I closed my eyes and my hand clasped around a white paper rose lying next to me. I imagined clouds flying over my head silently singing me a soft lullaby. The purple sky rolled on, and my paper flowers gently swayed, brushing up against my body. The wind whispered my name as dark rain-clouds rolled in. Raindrops fell, telling the story of my pain. As each one hit me a new bruise emerged and the monsters began calling me again. I didn’t know what they wanted but they were coming closer. This nightmare, it has been created to replace the one beyond my sleeping refuge. I couldn’t escape.
NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOT TRUE. IT IS PURELY FICTION.
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Bite marks
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She collapses down in front of me and runs her hands along my shoulders and down my arms. I close my eyes as she lifts my shirt over my head. "I can hear your heart racing," she whispers. I roll my head back as her lips press into my throat. I'm becoming so hot that it feels like I'm in transition. I run my hands beneath her shirt and up her back, pushing her closer into my throat. "Any requests?" she says. "Be gentle with me." "Really?" I smile before I grip the ends of her shirt and I tear it in half, all the way up her spine and all the way down the middle of her torso. It makes her gasp. "No," I say. ------------ Since meeting her mysterious saviour deep in the woods, ten things started to become clear. 1) Irresistible British men didn't just exist across the world. 2) Survival was a lot more complicated than just looking for water. 3) They were bonded together in a way that didn't make sense. 4) Her life, which was filled with so much human suffering, finally had some faint glimmer of hope. 5) She should have known that humans don't sleep walk every damn night. 6) The man ate animals raw and kept a mysterious, giant wolf as a pet. 7) Hunters will never stop looking for her. 8) She doesn't care. 9) Their desires burn for each other and it's out of their control. 10) Werewolves are real. This is Devon and Thorn's story. WARNING: Mature content. Sexual assault, attempted rape and violence. There is no possessiveness or abuse in this story between the love interests. Their relationship is sweet, warm and a little bit hot.
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