Ghostly
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I felt his presence again. Right behind my back as he lay a cold finger on my left tricep. Sliding it up and down while I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. I was trapped in the cage of shock and a nonexistent creature. Or at least I thought creatures like him where nonexistent. Is he even called a creature? Looking back to the day when I met...it, I knew it was too good to be true. She was called Ashley Broce. A 17 year old teenager who fulfilled and gained the degree of High-school before the normal year. She was gifted. Though after 'that' day, is it the only thing she is gifted in? Talking to walking dead is something that us normal humans call being mentally challenged, although she had no choice. She was doomed in the arms of the Ghostly Gorgeous, She was claimed by this Ghostly Gorgeous. Dead or alive, her soul was claimed. It was too good to be true. In addition, he is connected to her by not just a random bond, but also families that lead back to the 1900s. A paranormal suspense that goes through broken families, curse, and a divine child, everything she has known turns false. Everything she is, was just a half lie. But one question remained. Can she turn him back to a human?
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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