The Cursed Girl

The Cursed Girl

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Time is never on our side.It just keeps ticking. Moment's memories gone just like that. Time we don't get back; but, what if you could. What if you never aged? I never believed in magic or the devil. But, I guess you can't deny anything you haven't actually seen. Yes I've seen the devil and I do have magic. Though I wish I didn't. They call it a gift but I call it a curse. Why you might ask, well everything comes at a cost. And I paying the ultimate price. It all started the day I met the black cat. Meow. I looked to the black cat. It just sat there looking at me. Then I heard it speak in my mind. "Anastasia Hemingway, you have been chosen to receive a gift of your choice." Said the black cat. My eyes widened in surprise. The cat actually talked. "What's the catch? Black cat?" Anna asked. The cat tilted its head to the side. "Your soul."
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I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

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