Love Me Not
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“Isabelle,” his husky voice muttered, causing me to swallow my heart that was crawling up my throat, “Look at me. Isabelle, please look at me.” Her eyes were trained on the torn threads of cloth that covered his nearly bare chest. She could feel the large man before her shake, tremble. She closed her eyes as tight as she could, trying to fight back tears. She opened them again and dragged them up his chest up to his eyes. His eyes were swimming with emotion as they lay on her. “Isabelle, you have to listen to me. I need you to leave now. Leave now, lock the door behind you and never return. Ever. Your weren’t supposed to come up here,” he whispered, She wanted to punch him. What secret could he possibly have that she couldn’t witness? … Meet Willam, the tortured prince in the woods. Many fables surround the cursed price and his disturbing lair, some more believable than others, but they all end the same. He’s bad news. Meet Isabelle Evers, naïve and witty head lady from the village. After breaking the most upmost rule, she’s sentenced to death, only to escape into the woods. What happens when innocent Isabelle meets the tortured prince? What happens when the prisoner becomes guard? And what if everything is not what it seems?
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Artemis

"Let them go, Dante." I whip my head to see a small boy standing the clearing with blonde hair and a green cloak hanging from shoulders. He isn't very tall however he holds his stance well. He doesn't seem to be more than Cassandra's age. Maybe 12 at most. I abruptly turn my head back hearing the man holding a sword to my throat chuckling with a sinister grin. "Oh, poor boy, what are you go to do about it?" The yellow teeth gleam as he begins stalking towards the boy who does not look the least bit fazed. I look around at the other men who are following the leader. I pull Cassandra tighter to my back as I take small steps back. I keep my eye trained on the men but also fear for the naive boy. "Do you really want to test me Dante?" He asks raising a single eyebrow. For a minute the men stop their movements. I see their hesitation for fear... Fear of what? I take the moment to stick Cassandra behind a nearby tree. She crouches down while I pull my sword out from its place. "How do you know my name?" The scoundrel raises his sword challenging towards the boy before taking a final step towards him. Then the unexpected happens. The young boy chuckles so darkly. It sounded almost... demonic. All the men instinctively raise their swords. "Oh Dante, I didn't know your name... but you know someone dear to me." "Spit it out boy!" The once grinning man is now looking around frantically. I continue my eyes scanning the small boy. He looks directly me and gives me a small nod before saying one word that caused all hell to breaks loose. "Artemis." Artemis is not an ordinary girl. She grew up in the wilderness after being shunned due to unique abilities and her different physical attributes. Blessed with an ability that scared others, she roams the wild with only her guarded one. That is until she stumbles into a situation that brings her in front of a prince.

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