Your Chosen Beloved

Your Chosen Beloved

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"You?! I-i can't believe it" his green eyes glowing against his pale skin. I could feel the damp cold biting into my bones, looking at the crumbling walls around me it seemed I was in an abandoned building. "Please just let me go I'll give you money" my voice shook with fear and my heart was beating like a hummingbirds wings, my body felt like heavy lead so I couldn't move. "No I'm so sorry Lacey I can't do that, your the chosen one.. your mine now" his voice husky not matching his forest- colored eyes which now held sadness as he came closer and closer to me till he was inches from my neck his cool breath hitting my skin. Where the fuck am I and who is this handsome stranger and how the hell does he know my name? ⋱⋰ ⋱⋰ ⋱⋰ ⋱⋰ ⋱⋰ ⋱⋰ ⋱⋰ ⋱⋰ ⋱⋰ ⋱⋰ Yaaaay so idk I came up with this in class. Mmmm Idk if y'all like it annnnd it'll probably have TONS of grammar and spelling mistakes so yeah I suck at summarizing so just give this a chance pweas ! Tank chu :3
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

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