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Amara's pov I think I might have to change my villain origin story and to be honest, I liked this one better, it sounded more original and in my head, it looked like a story that can break Hollywood.This time it won't be a man not texting me back.It will be because I was almost raped by my so-called fiancé, attacked by him, forcefully marked, and then him bailing out and leaving me in a burning cottage to save himself screaming that he couldn't carry me because I would slow him down.But it was so easy for him to fling me on the bed and almost ruin me. I crawled out of the bedroom and down the stairs passing through the pain of my skin coming in contact with heated floors.Everywhere was smoky and I had to squint even with wolf vision to see through the haze.I couldn't feel myself from the point of the mark at my neck to my entire right arm which lay limp by my side like it was paralyzed.I could see the red blotches on my skin which were illuminated by th
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Amara's pov My garish giggles echoed amongst the trees and forest expanse disrupting the dismal silence that accompanied the night. I didn't even stop to wonder if I unnerved the animals by disturbing their sleep as I hunched over with my tied hands flaying slightly while I quaked with laughter.All eyes were on me including that of Orian's.They all watched me, not with pleasant or pitiful gazes but with hardened gazes that could only portray one thing, hatred. It was so convincing, I wonder where he had gotten this crew from that could put on a damn good show and he, on the other hand, deserved an Oscar.His icy gaze, the malice in his voice, and the negative energy that radiated from him were all too real. When he said he was going to surprise me, I never thought he would show up as my stalker and create false seige or even go as far as faking Terren's death.I moved closer to him, too close. His delightful fragrance filled me as I neared him, I even sniffed cons
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Amara's pov We learn new things every day. Yesterday, I learned that I was a perfect fool, an unappealing means to an end and that my days were numbered. I also learned that I could be easily deceived when swayed by affection. The most important thing I learned was never to trust a man again, especially massive handsome men that were your soulmates. Don't trust your soulmates, never! I trusted mine, it ended with me walking with blisters on my feet and the scorching heat of the sun burning up my skin.Today, I learned that not all vampires were affected by the sun. Orian being one of them, too late for that realization. My dreams of watching the grump melt under the sun with his skin taking up an ashen tone and his screams filling my ears were destroyed.He wasn't affected by the sun. He loved the sun, he basked in it and my only way of ever having a tiny sense of victory from this situation had been abated.I drew my fingers across my forehead, feeling the sweat so
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Amara's pov I woke up warm, with Mr grump's jacket wrapped around me. His scent being the first thing to greet me as my senses awakened. I knew that he must have woken up in the middle of the night to put his jacket on me cause I most definitely do not remember sleeping with it.We still faced each other with the blanket pulled on both of us, our faces merely inches apart just like the way our bodies were and just a little change in position from me will have me pressed against him.My gaze flickered in his direction, at the tiny space between us and I felt tiny thunderbolts erupt in my belly at my discovery. My cheeks grew warm and my heart swelled more than it should have.My left hand was held in his. His fingers entwined with mine resting near our heads. I don't remember falling asleep with our hands together it was actually with his wing around me and I wondered what possessed him to hold my hand later on.Seeing our hands entangled ignited a sudden realizatio
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Amara's povI am never ever going to play temple run again.Temple-run survival instincts do not apply in reality. Why I thought they did, I don't know. But I learned my lesson the hard way and it sucks.You do not get the elation of running away from a monster, especially when it was grumpy Orian who could fly.You do not get to jump over huge rocks and duck under huge tree branches effortlessly. You do not get to collect coins to purchase weapons but I did find an old sword lying around and I picked it hoping it didn't belong to a wicked fairy who would curse me. You don't get to fly and most importantly, you do not get an extra life. A whine escaped me as I ran into another tree branch, bashing my head for the umpteenth time. Even with the day being bright and the sun spreading its rays across the forest, I was still clumsy as hell.I moved like I was feeling my way around in the dark. But to be fair, the light of the sun didn't penetrate this part of the forest t
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Amara's povI have never been good at making reasonable decisions and marking Orian was one of those instances.Cora purred in my head as he caressed my neck, he placed his lips right where his mark was and what was a complacent sigh rose from him like he had been dying to make me his for a very long time, like he wanted to claim me from the very first moment.He hates you, remember.I couldn't help but wonder if he was marking me so I wouldn't run off and ruin his plans or if he was doing it solely because he wanted me.I settled with the former.He just held a knife to my throat a few moments ago, however immersing the act had been to me, it was for elimination to him and I shouldn't forget that ever.He had his hand around my waist, curling on it softly while he held me against him, his other hand caressed my neck trying to calm any pain that might be there from the marking as he inhaled my scent.I should tell him. I should tell him that we are soulmates and his marking me wouldn'
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To whoever is saddled with the responsibility of understanding men, I wish you good luck and a thousand kisses, cheers! Understanding men is like Rocket science and I had neither the time for both. These past few weeks have been tumultuous and enraging. From thinking I found the perfect guy, planning on telling my parents about us and thinking about a future with him to being betrayed with my fiancé's head thrown at my feet, then I was marked and now I was getting married. I just couldn't catch a break. I needed air, a breather, a relief, anything. I wanted to climb up valleys look down at the world and scream for all to hear just how pained and frustrated I was. But most of all, I needed to think. I needed to find a way to get myself out of this mess which was impossible with my back pressed against Orian and his hips rocking against my derriêre, amusing word. This position hindered my thinking abilities. The sparks ignited on my skin as our bodies pressed together, rubbing ag
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Amara's pov A million things could have happened at the moment but this was not what I expected and I should have foresaw it anyway.Of course, it was Orian.The same man who I was deeply attracted to but he had no interest in bedding me, and the tent in his pants might as well be caused by thoughts that had nothing to do with me or his dagger again, maybe he switched the position this time.So why was I surprised when he went towards the bed with his hands searching for my towel and then he picked it up and gave it to me?As a princess, I had to attend a lot of classes. There were art, dance, and Spanish classes which I adored.Maths and physics classes which I despised and I was taught anything that would make up for what I was missing out in day school but I feel like the most important class was missed.It was the what to do when standing naked before a hot man while he's offering you a towel class.I wish I had taken this class if it was offered. If it even exi
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