Your Bleeding Heart
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  • Reads 785
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 15
  • Time 2h 59m
Ongoing, First published Mar 12, 2024
What if everything changed in a single night? What if it took a single moment of weakness for these two rivals to finally come to terms with their deepest desires? Could Anna live with herself knowing the truth? Could Aleera have what she wants, as well as continue to live her life as she always has? How far are they willing to go to finally be together? Only time will tell.
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It was the night of Samia Eden's wedding. The night she would be wed to the love of her life, Elden Varasova. The first son of the Varasova Family. It was the first night of the rest of her life. A life lived in the dark. A life immortal. Once Elden had sunk his teeth into Samia's neck she would become a vampire like him, and they would live happily together, forever. Then the chapel doors burst open, and Samia's world fell apart. Held captive deep within the territory of a vengeful werewolf pack, Samia is to be forced into an arranged marriage with the ferocious son of the pack's leader by the time of the next full moon. The pack has the Church's approval. There is nothing Samia or the Varasova's can do to stop it. Her fate is sealed. That wont stop Samia's best friend Phoebe Scott from trying. Even if that means working with Elden's shifty brother Carlisle. Phoebe knows she can't trust him. He's dangerous. And for some reason his sister Dana says Phoebe and Carlisle should stay away from each other. But what choice does she have? A heinous crime has set the wheels of destiny - and justice - in motion. While she hunts for the culprit, a mysterious emissary of the Church must ensure the transfer of Samia from the Varasova Family to the pack goes smoothly. Dozens of lives and everything the emissary has fought for is at stake. With whispers of witchcraft on the wind, she must succeed. Or there will be Hell to pay. When darkness falls, we will do what we must for the ones we love. But ill the dawn find us still worthy of its light? Or will the first rays of the sun fall upon the twisted faces of the monsters we have become?