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Cassandra Syndrome

Cassandra Reid has never found a fortune teller on Earth that could read her future. She always gets the same cards got over and over again from the different tarot readers she approached. High Priestess and the Four Knights. Knight of Pentacles. Knight of Swords. Knight of Wands. Knight of Cups. And the last one? The ominous Death Card. Every fortune teller has no idea what they meant and they have completely given up on her fate. Even she, herself, has given up. Until one of the Knights showed up. And tried to kill her. YUMMY EXCERPT: updates every day "Why are you protecting me anyway?" I swallowed a lump forming in my throat. "What's in it for you?" "Yeah, Cass. I ask myself every day why I am doing this too. Before I sleep and the first thing that comes to my mind the moment I wake up? It's you." His gaze jerked up and clashed with mine, confusion darkening those gorgeous irises. "I'm doing things I never even wanted to do in the first place. Like messing up my mission as the heir of the House of Cups." "I don't want to be indebted to you! I don't want you to get hurt while you kept me safe." The more I spoke, the more Gabriel's pupils narrowed. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" Gabriel chuckled without humor as he cupped my chin, forcing my face to his. "Because I loathe it when you are hanging out with some other guy. Someone who isn't me." He pulled back and studied my face before shaking his head. "I want to kill them myself. There's a dark thought in my mind that says you are mine to own. And you are mine to kill when that time comes where I have to." Gabriel's grip tightened and he leaned down, placing us nose to nose, his choppy breath traipsing over my lips. "You like taunting me by flirting with other guys too, do you? Well, guess what? It works. I can't fucking get you out of my mind." He released me long enough to slam a fist into the wall just beside my temple. "The first kiss was a goddamn mistake. It was supposed to purge you from my thought, make me stop wondering what you taste like."

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Lysander's Cooking

"Ah." Lysander glanced up at my leg as he cupped water in his palms and splashed water on the scratch, rubbing my skin carefully to wash the dirt off.

I winced a little when his warm hands came into contact with leg, sending shivers down my spine.

Allowing him to do the work, Lysander had done this for about five times before he spoke, "Do you want to do something about this?"

Bending forward to stare at the blood trickling down from the thin gash, I stared at his blond head while he was busy cleaning my leg with fresh water instead of alcohol.

"I don't know," I replied, unsure. Yes, I should pour alcohol on this before this gets infected. "You got any first-aid kit?"

Lysander said as he waved a hand to get my attention.

I almost didn't notice since I was too fixated on the scratch. Lysander motioned for me to go to that smooth surface of a rock he found at the far left side of the pool.

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