Sold My Death Date

Sold My Death Date

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"Can I trust you, Hunt?" Nicole asks boldly. I nod silently not knowing the answer to that myself. And I didn't know what I had gotten myself into. "Do you believe in the paranormal?" She starts off. "No, but should I?" "Great. You're gonna think I'm psychotic," Nicole starts to ramble. "Nicole," I say. "What's wrong?" I say holding her face forcing her to face me. To tell her to face the truth that she eventually has to tell. "I'm scared, Hunter," She finally admits pushing my hand aside and stares at her feet. "I'm scared that if I tell you this others will know." "Nicole, you can trust me. I'm your best friend after all" I joke to lighten the mood. She smiles lightly and looks at me. The smile that shows her inner beauty. Some what like Stacey's but Stacey is not afraid to smile. "I'm being hunted down." //////////////////////////////// Nicole Chains just turned 18 and plans to finally be normal. But that all changed once something mystical starts happening in her life that she starts to fear what normal isn't. A man by the name of Hunter finds his way into her life and mixes everything, it's up to Nicole to figure out what to do next.
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I took a tentative step onto the light grey rug, imagining its softness being a comforting embrace beneath my feet. The dark, rich colors of the furniture deepen the room's dramatic ambiance, creating a sanctuary that feels both luxurious and intensely personal. I was honestly spellbound by everything. "This is for me?" I asked, somehow managing to find words through my surprise. The question felt foolish, yet I couldn't help but seek confirmation that this wasn't just a fleeting dream. "Of course, I couldn't have my guest sleep in a holding room, now could I?" He leaned into me from behind, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down my spine, to whisper the last couple words into my ear, and I froze. His breath was warm against my skin, and I could feel his body heat against my back even though he wasn't touching me. The scent of men's axel spray and something wilder, something untamed, filled my senses, making my head spin. I turned my head slightly, wanting to look at him, but the movement brought my face even closer to his, and my gaze darted away from his beautiful golden eyes to look at his lips, imagining what it would feel like to close the distance and taste them for myself. They were perfectly sculpted, with a hint of a natural pout that seemed to beckon me closer. He suddenly pulled back with a dark smirk on his face, like he found something amusing in my inner turmoil. "Dinner will be ready around seven, don't be late," he said, walking back towards the door. "And you might want to go ahead and take a shower, you stink. I'll have someone bring you some clean clothes." He left, leaving me flustered and confused, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling within me. He acted like nothing just happened, but I was aching in places I wasn't used to, with a strange mix of longing and frustration.

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