Solace

Ive been watching my clan be with their beloved and little ones and i cant help but feel isolated. power? yes i have abundant of it. money? mountains of it. authority? generations of it and im going to be the ultimate one soon. but all of it for what? for whom? i feel so empty.

born out of a lab, a mix and match of genes to make an abomination. words are delusion for their own gain. touches are pricks of needles and spikes. affection? whats that? memories? water, white, lab, people in funny suits... never did i speak, but i learn... never did i know emotions, but i can feel... never did i know you but i know youre real...

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hello, dear readers. this is my last book in the 2nd generation of the blessed moon series. some notes can be confusing if you havent read the series but this could be a stand-alone story.

im depicting zeenunew here as my main characters. who are they? google it.

pictures are not mine. i dont want to own them. so dont sue me. thanks to googles assistance for the completion of this series. pictures, word meanings and researches.

if youre interested, please, see my other books:

First Book:
worthy to be mine

Blessed Moon Series:
blessed moon
saved love
warm thirst
silenced

2nd Generation Blessed Moon Series:
freak
siren's call
craving death
impeccably yours
solace

Other Books:
violet prison

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see you on my other books.

KHEINNOX 💑❤️🏳️‍🌈