Fangs Are Overrated

Fangs Are Overrated

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Fantasy
Maybe, it was wrong to steal that pair of earrings from that pop-up shop all those years ago. Maybe, I should have helped that one old lady to her car. Or perhaps I should donate to more gofundme's on twitter... What did I do to possibly deserve being exposed to so much bullshit? I would be content in this reality that was introduced to me the day I was born, the reality that was made in the image of human beings. I am not at all equipped to have to accept that maybe I am not just a spec in the whirlwind of all that exists beyond what I know to be is true, what I know for certain. Goddamn vampires.
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'"I cannot feel this way. You clearly don't feel-" "I do though." He interrupts me. I finally look up to meet his eyes. It holds so much sadness. "Believe it or not but it hurts me every time I see tears in your eyes." His hands reach for my face, one more time and gently wipes the tears off my face. No matter what, the tears keep flowing down. "Please don't cry." He whispers. "You have someone out there just for you. Waiting for you." I whisper softly. A sad smile forms on my face that is now saltier than the ocean bed itself. I try to tug his hand off my face, but his hold is firm. He leans his head down and places it against mine. "I know." His whisper equally soft. "You need to let go. Just as I am." I close my eyes and take in the breeze of ocean that surrounds him and now me. I hear a deep growl just as his hold tighten on my face but it's still gentle.' For the little Raven that was born out the woods, life was only about the survival of fittest. Hunt or be hunted. Until Aya came along and showed her that there was more to life. They became family, sisters and promised to stay together forever. But what happens when one of them finds their mate? Read along to find out the story of Amara Raven on her journey to find a place she belongs. Completed: 12/05/20 Can be read alone!

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