Pursuing Sanity

Pursuing Sanity

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Dear God, Was I ever meant to be born? So much has just happened throught my life making me wonder if I'm just a curse upon this world. Nothing ever seems to go right... Was my birth just a curse to those that were around me? Is that the reason why I've been abandoned here? God, I wish I had magical powers like you because that way I would be able to push those who bring me down; but I'm too weak. She keeps telling me I'm useless and unimportant. She says there is a solution for all of this, but is it all worth it in the end? I want to feel loved; I want to feel what is like to be important to someone but all they see is the freak... I wished someone will care at least a bit to figure out who's the girl behind the white gown...
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Book 4 of The Awakening Series The Malicious Vampire King. My Paramour. Marcellus Throne, the now infamous Malicious Vampire King, has been promised to me since the day he took his first breath. Even before then, our fates were written in the marrow of creation. My first vision, the one that burned itself into my memory before I even understood what I was, was of him. It has always been him. His face. His power. His darkness. Until the night he slept with my sister. That single act shattered every prophecy, every divine whisper, every foolish belief I had in fate. The bond that was supposed to unite empires instead became a curse waiting to be cast. And now, centuries later, the bastard decides to host a mockery of love, a televised "quest for his beloved" as if our story were nothing but royal entertainment. So I came to his kingdom, ready to remind him that destiny is not a joke, and neither am I. Ready to curse him for every ounce of arrogance that dripped from his name. Only for him to turn around, before the entire world, and declare that I am his fated beloved and he's right! He's fatally fucked! Ha.

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