THE MUSE HE STOLE

I wasn't suppose to kill HER.
Blood.
Blood. there's everywhere blood raw, dark, thick.

I wasn't supposed to kill her. But she said it'll stop the was between us.
Blood. It is everywhere. Under my nails , on my palm, on my body, on my clothes, it is everywhere.

"I'm Alina ch-" her voice echoing in my small skull. I tried to shake off the feeling as I shaked my head. Waters dripping from the tip of my hair.
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Again a voice came . but this time it was my father's.
"do you remember Rayna, what I told you last night, hmm?" I nodded.
"what ?" he asked my, telling me to say it out loud.
"that , I must kill someone if its for the future, and Some lives must end so others can survive. and also sometimes a sacrifice is necessary for the future"
"yes.... And that lady is in pain and anguish as you can see that , right ? you are probably 13 but not weak right?" again I nodded.

"so grant her some peace , Rayna" he gestured towards the knife, and with slow and deliberate steps I stalked towards the figure that was on their knees with rage in their eyes.

I took the knife and raised it above my hands.
And in one shuddering breath I drived the knife straight into her heart. and pulled back, my hands shivering. knife again raised above my head.
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"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I screamed violently. Even after years of training and torturing I was still that fragile girl. I'm still that fragile girl.
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A book with trope : strangers-enemies(partially) -lovers-enemies-lovers.

This book contains violence, smut, sarcasm.
And a deadly secret and rivals.

A story about A MAN : AGASTYA.
And A WOMAN : RAYNA.

MADE FOR EACH OTHER ?
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