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THE FUGITIVE

[ COMPLETE ] As a rogue werewolf on the run, Esme tries to live her life in the present, wondering if she will have a future and hiding from her past. She moves from place to place, never staying for more than four months at a time, leaving before any attachments are formed, and she is nothing but a ghost, a girl they used to know. After surviving on her own for two years, keeping to the shadows and blending in for so long, she is suddenly thrust into the spotlight when the city she stumbled across is controlled by none other than the Vampire King, Gabriel, the ruthless. He is intrigued by the she-wolf who chooses to live among vampires and decides to keep his natural enemy close to his side. But the more Esme tries to hide her true self, the more Gabriel is drawn to her. For someone accustomed to being alone and not leaning on anyone for help, will Esme open up to the one person who can see through her attitude for what it really is.. a painful past covered in scars? ** DISCLAIMER ** Mature Content (R18+): Abuse, Graphic violence, References to suicide, Domestic violence, Sexual content, Strong language. This is part of HUNTED universe. Cover is mine and created by @if._art My instagram: @kelly_starrz New discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa --- Short side story after: Taste of Vengeance "Live an eternity as the very thing you despise." A curse he had to live by. A woman he wanted to kill. A woman he became obsessed with. This is a short side story with dark themes.

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Witches: Part One

Esme held the plate with the pie and followed Grannie and Kasia to the door with the sign reading: 

STAFF ONLY

Beyond it was a few steps of a bleak hallway that led downstairs to a basement, the floorboards old, almost green looking and in need of replacing. But Esme didn't comment, thinking back to many places she had lived in which were in worse conditions. Once they were at the bottom of the stairs, she was led through another door, and she eyed the junk-filled apartment with a few freezers and sacks of flour and other ingredients. She was expecting something a little more.. witch-like? Or, well.. not a damned basement. 

Her hopes of being impressed dropped.