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Her Solace

Her Solace

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Aug 9, 20263h 43m
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Fiction
Romance
Dark Romance
Destined Love
Erotica
This is the story of a girl finding her solace - healing from childhood trauma to become whole for herself. She wants people in her life who are genuine with her, who make her feel safe enough to simply be herself. Her family is conservative. Her father provides for her every need - education, anything she wants - but carries the belief that women are meant to marry, serve their in-laws and husband, cook, and manage the household. Her mother is the opposite: she wants Ika to study, be independent, and live life on her own terms, because she's paying the price of marrying into that mindset herself. And yet, even while pushing Ika toward independence, her mother normalized the way she herself was treated. Over time, her father changes - he no longer expects that life for Ika. But some wounds run too deep to heal completely on their own. Ika dreams of a man who knows how to be a man - who loves unconditionally, who makes her feel safe enough to say whatever she truly feels without hesitation. Someone who cares for her, who puts in effort without being asked, who holds her while she pours her heart out. Alessandro Bianchi is Italian, the elder brother of Sofia Bianchi - Ika's best friend. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it. Raised by parents who are still hopelessly in love decades in, he wants that same kind of lifelong devotion for himself. His mother taught him to treat women with respect and kindness - but never to let anyone take advantage of that kindness. What happens when these two collide? Will he be able to heal her with love - and will she be able to let him? ________________________________________
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The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

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