Anastisa Drakov was born to hunt the creatures of the night-vampires, werewolves, and all things unnatural. Trained by her ruthless family, the Drakovs, she has spent her life perfecting the art of killing, believing in the righteousness of her deadly mission. But everything changes the night she crosses paths with Damien, a vampire who defies every monstrous trait she's ever been taught to hate.
Damien is enigmatic, dangerous, and captivating-a predator who spares her life when he has every reason not to. Torn between her sworn duty and a growing attraction she cannot deny, Anastisa faces a choice that could cost her everything. As her family's suspicions grow and the ancient laws of their order threaten to destroy them both, Anastisa must decide: follow her heart or uphold her legacy.
But the deeper she falls into the world of shadows and secrets, the more she realizes that love with a vampire comes at a deadly price. For every moment spent with Lucas, her own life slips away. With enemies closing in from all sides and a forbidden romance that could doom them both, Anastisa must uncover the truth behind the curse that binds them-before time runs out.
In a world where love and death dance hand in hand, can a hunter ever truly love her prey?
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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*Warning*
This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)