A Saint

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Back with a new chapter. 
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Went for my rode test to get my license and failed, not feeling great at all today… gonna take my pain out on my characters #whatwritersdo

I can’t believe it’s June already! Happy pride month  ️‍❤️

I haven’t been posting much of my stories... but know I’m working on so many other different stories & ideas, but I’m waiting until I finish all the chapters to post. I don’t want anyone to have to wait for chapters like what’s happening with my older books. 

To all my “Annalise” readers, I have resurrected from the dead & posted a new chapter! Yerrrrr :)

Chapter 33: “Darkness” || "I may be busy, but that doesn't make me blind or unavailable," she moves her hand, placing it on my own as I gazed back at her. "I love you, angel." 
          
          For some reason, the more she reached out to me and provided comfort to my shattering self, I felt worse. I felt like I was going to explode into tears and burst at the seams, and if I did, I wouldn't be sure I could come back from breaking down like that. I don't think I could explain to her why I would be sobbing without restraint, screaming like I was losing my mind, and pulling patches of my hair out like I had a horrible case of head lice. 
          
          With a wavering voice that was anything but stable and steady, I returned her words, "love you, too," and as I talked and fought with myself to hold back the waterfall and breakdown, I grabbed the door handle and rushed out like I couldn't breath, slamming the door shut.
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"Isabella," Marcus tries to scold me. "Stop these are scared kids!"
          
          "KIDS THAT WILL DIE PAINFULLY FROM YOUR KIND IF THEY STAY HERE!" I furiously bellowed, not in a mood to argue the right way to save someone. "NOW YALL HEARD WHAT THE FUCK I SAID! GET THE FUCK UP! NOWWW!" I demanded, raising my gun like I was off my rockers and aiming it at them.
          
          They all bounced to their feet. "Oh my god," the red head panicked. "Ok! Ok! Don't shoot!" She grabbed the small boy's hands, tightly bringing him closer to her. 
          
          "I've been needing target practice so I'll shoot if I have too. This may seem really extreme but you'll thank me when you finally get to live the life you want to live, not the life someone wants you to have. Follow us!" I ordered, watching Marcus eye me up, but refraining from commenting. 
          
          He knew there was very limited ways of making them listen, and, hey, if I needed to do a little dirty work then whatever. I'll do the dirty work and Marcus can keep his hands clean. 
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That awkward moment you accidentally publish an unfinished chapter when u were half asleep that had ideas for other chapters at the bottom of it and details you had to remember.. OOPSies! 

He reached for me and I didn't hesitate to try and Sonic speed my ass out of here with Tay. However, I didn't even have time to complete my first step away from him as he snatched onto my jacket, tugged me like a rag doll with such strength my head started to throb, and then latched onto my arm, raised it up against my will so my wrist was in his view and then slipped his fingers around the metal cuffs and effortlessly snapped it off. After that he repeated his actions to my other wrist encircled by the metal handcuffs, effectively freeing me completely. 
          
          What fuck was happening?
          
          "Get off of me!" I glowered up at him, not at all grateful for the 'help' I didn't ask of him.
          
          My arm was starting to have a painful sharp sting shooting up and down it due to his steely grip, and I had no idea if that was his intention or a result of having supernatural strength with the inability to comprehend how it compares to human strength. Either way, ouch!
          
          "As you wish, Isabella," he responds evenly, his Spanish accent weaving into his steady voice as a ghostly smile appeared on his lips, a very tiny one.
          
          He wasn't the least bit furious at me like before. He was ready to bite my head off just for staring at him earlier. How was he now magically able to maintain this chill composure in front of me? What changed? Did he feel those weird tingles too? Did that mean something?
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