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The Hunter

The Hunter

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Mystery
"Danm it" I whispered to the night sky. I kept running, I could feel my brown waves whipping in the wind behind me. "Elizabeth, Why do you always think you can outrun us?" I could hear his deep voice thick with amusment, I stopped running and sighed loudly, knowing he was right behind me "It's different now" I said, crossing my right arm over my body to pull my dagger out of it's holster and turning to face the enemy in my fighting stance. "Well then, Miss Lizzy, let's dance" he smirked, then lunged at me. This book will contain Violence Language Sexual themes Action And Awesomeness
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His hot breath against my skin made me snap out of my thoughts, especially when he placed both hands on my cheeks and rested his forehead against mine. I was so used to him doing this by now, that I wasn't even surprised anymore. Just... weirdly happy. "You're way too dangerous, Davina Claire," he slightly shook his head, "More than I had imagined. I guess, if you think you're that strong and able to handle the grenade I am as you claimed, perhaps we could be a good, if not a perfect, match." ××× Kol Mikealson was never weak, no. He never had to worry about emotions or "feeling". The Original ceased doing that a long time ago, ever since he met- ... Well it doesn't matter now, does it? The past was now a distant memory. That was, until he met Davina Claire. That little witch who stormed in his life and changed his theories. Who would have thought that in one night, he would meet that one person who would make him feel again? Who could have ever thought that a single witch could be the downfall of Kol Mikealson? Because he had to admit it, he could have never imagined it, even in his wildest dreams. *WARNING* I suggest you read until the edited parts, only because I've changed some scenes and the flow of the story, so it won't make much sense if you read the unedited ones. I'm slowly editing the chapters, so please be patient. Regardless, enjoy reading! ❤

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