Claiming The Broken Beasts

Claiming The Broken Beasts

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For as long as Luciana could remember, all she ever wanted was freedom. Freedom from responsibility. Freedom from society's suffocating rules. Freedom to live and act as she pleased. But freedom, in her world, was nothing more than a cruel illusion, like chasing a glimmer of light at the end of a tunnel that never ended. Instead, she wasted away at a soul-crushing nine-to-five, working herself into the grave. Literally. Her death was as pitiful as her life: overworked, overlooked, and forgotten. Yet the gods, in a rare stroke of mercy, decided her story wasn't over. Reborn into a savage new world, Luciana has been handed the one thing she always craved- freedom. This time, she intends to enjoy it. To be lazy. To live for herself. And if that means attracting a few unusual, scarred, and utterly irresistible beastmen as husbands along the way... who is she to complain?
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Ever since I opened my eyes, Jean has been there. Born from the same pregnancy, we were deemed the miracles of the Merman Clan. Because, if one female is already something to celebrate, what can be said about the simultaneous birth of two? I thought I was, simply, a female from the Merman Clan. So I lived my childhood joyously, loving my sister and playing inside a bubble (both literally and figuratively). When our estrous cycle began, I did what I had to do for my clan. That is, I mated, but I was not like my dear sister. I loved, and I cherished the same merman from the very start... to the very end. When my heart shattered, when all my hopes and prayers for an everlasting love under the sea were utterly destroyed, that is when, while weeping from my eyes the whole sea my clan ruled, my mind was flooded with memories, with old memories of a life and a time far, far away. I had been 24. I had been scared to death of any romantic interaction and, yet, I had prayed and longed so deeply for a chance at love, a chance at feeling what everybody was looking for so desperately in the 21st Century... Then, I died. And here, in my cave, I laid dead again from the very thing that I so deeply desired: love.

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