The Twisted Meaning of Death

The Twisted Meaning of Death

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"I apologize, there was an... unexpected meeting. You understand, do you?" He said, gripping my hand with the knife firmly. "Now, what's up with the knife, love?" I scoffed, pressing the knife deeper. His grip on my hand tightened as he let out a groan. "Just being cautious, love." My lips curled slightly upwards, and so did his. "So... It's alright if I do this then?" He smirked, I looked at him as I was befuddled. Till the back of my head made contact with a cold metal object. I froze, looking at him in disbelief. "Wha-" "Just being cautious, love" In a world where a serial killer believes that people are not worthy of second chances in life. Adelaide De Mevius is on a wild adventure to find the killer and stop them, but with the help of a mysterious young man. (The characters and events are all fictional.) (Photos used in this book are not mine and would like to give credits to the rightful owner.)
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His irises swirled slowly, an enticing pale silver against his stark black lashes. They illuminated slightly, so quick it was gone in a blink. He broke our eye contact, lifting his head straight. A darkly amused expression appeared. It happened so quickly it seemed like a mask appeared. I blinked myself out of my trance, and turned on my heel to see what was at the receiving end of his humor. Augustus stood there. His face contorted into anger as he took in my ruined dress. His hands shook in his fury. "Roman." Augustus nearly snarled the name. "Have you come to join us, little King? The party was just getting started." So his name was Roman, some big secret. I rolled my eyes at the reveal as well as his taunting sentence. "Davina, what is going on here?" Augustus asked, his eyes full of betrayal. I had never seen him so guarded. I could feel his anger through my bones. His words were careful. What was he talking about? My brows furrowed at the insinuation, "What?" A line of smoke floated around my right shoulder and come between Augustus and I. How convenient. I had the desire to swipe it away but didn't. "What can I say, she...seduced me." Roman purred. His voice was a sensual whisper in my left ear. I subconsciously lifted my shoulder and backed away from it. Not only because he had lost his fucking mind, but also because it shot down my spine, caressing my skin. ** This book contains mature content. I will not give a maturity warning in advance, besides this one. The list of trigger warnings is as follows: DARK THEMES/violence/sex/mature language/r*pe/blood/beatings/war/torture/death/dominance/weapons/selfharm/suicide ** This book is 100% my original work. Any parallels between this writing, and another book are strictly coincidental.

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