The Emerald

The Emerald

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture28 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., mars 23, 2016
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Fiction
Fantasy
To enhance your beauty and to make your life changing experience complete. Flipping over the paper to see who had given it to me, I saw that nothing was there. No name, no type of signature at all. Shrugging, I picked up the box excitedly. I'd never had a surprise before that was wrapped up like this. I slowly took the bow off and gently slid my fingers against the outside of the box. It was so pretty. Sitting down on my bed with the box happily in my palm, I opened it. To my surprise was the most beautiful emerald necklace I had ever seen or even imagined in my entire life. Walking over to my mirror, I held it up to my neck and tilted my head to the side so I could see what it would look like on. I was mesmerized by how ordinary I felt with this piece of art. Something told me to wear it tonight, and I would.
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Dusk

**TRIGGER WARNING: this book contains scenes of rape and other sexual assault actions. Readers discretion is advised*** I hear a low rumble behind me as I turn back towards the woods. I hear the growl first and my lips part at the husky sound. A feeling stirs within me that I've never felt before. A pair of large grey eyes stare at me through the foliage. My heart races and my breath is taken away. As soon as they were there they were gone. Only one word continued to ring throughout my head that I could recognize. "Mate," I whisper.

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