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Death's Devotion

In the sultry depths of Louisiana, Wren, a young mortician, finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and passion that defies the boundaries of reality. Haunted by what she believes to be her own mental illness, Wren's world is forever altered when she encounters a series of enigmatic figures with striking golden eyes—each one seemingly identical yet profoundly different. As Wren's encounters with these mysterious beings intensify, she is drawn deeper into a realm where dreams bleed into reality and the line between sanity and madness blurs. Seduced by the allure of the golden-eyed figure who haunts her every thought, Wren finds herself succumbing to a love that transcends the confines of time and space. But as Wren's feelings for this dark and beguiling presence deepen, she discovers the shocking truth behind the enigmatic figure's identity. Caught between desire and dread, Wren must confront the darkness within herself and the secrets hidden in her mind's shadows. In this spellbinding tale of love, loss, and redemption, Wren must navigate the tangled threads of fate to uncover the truth about the mysterious golden-eyed figure who holds her heart in his hands. Will she find salvation in the arms of her otherworldly lover, or will the revelation of his true nature shatter her fragile illusions forever?

DylanSHill · Fantasy
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34 Chs

Chapter 27

When Sunday finally arrived, I found myself pacing the living room, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I had spent days mulling over Keegan's proposal, trying to make sense of my feelings. I knew I wasn't ready to get married, but that didn't mean I didn't want to be with him. The thought of losing him over this made my heart ache.

Hours seemed to stretch into an eternity until I heard the familiar rumble of Keegan's truck engine approaching. My palms grew clammy with anticipation. The sound of his knock echoed through the apartment, a thunderous reminder of the conversation that lay ahead. My hands trembled as I reached for the door handle. "You can do this, Wren," I whispered to myself, summoning every ounce of courage.