House of Broken Vows
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture1h 4m
Dernière publication lun., mars 3, 2025
"Tell me, Arisa, how do you feel dying for a man that never loved you?"
Sara's taunting words pierced me in a way that her teeth never would. It was true. Yet the worst part was, that I already knew. Kaname never saw me as a lover. At most, I was a usable chess piece in his game. Right now, he is probably rescuing Yuuki from whatever trouble she got herself in. While I die at Sara's hands.
It made my stomach churn to think how much I sacrificed myself for them. Turning to the side, I coughed blood. Black dots covered my vision. Sara stood by my side, her eyes, surprisingly, showed sadness.
"Purebloods share a sad fate. Because we are the same, I'll tell you this: your mistake was being innocent. Believing he would eventually come to love you. In the end, you were a pall in another's game. Just like I once was. Shame on you to not have realized this sooner."
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