Veiled destiny

Veiled destiny

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Are they among us, the ones created? And so we live... Each, in turn, tries to make our own way in this uncertainty of life. As had Charlotte, taking each day one at a time, hiding her true self from the world. Until... A memory bold and brilliant came once again to her - needing help. 'Will you stop complaining and let me take this dressing off. I need to make sure the wound is clean.' Her thoughts were confused. What had he been trying to do this morning? Make himself useful or kill himself... A love to match any. Living, fighting and loving all culminate in a traumatic end. Rivetingly dangerous Adventure and heartache have never been so delicious. Healing love Science fiction, urban romance with all the added spice of love and the unknown. H.E.A.
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Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY

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