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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.

Kelly_Starrz · Fantaisie
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[Bonus chapter] Bared to you: Part Thirteen

Esme's eyes drooped open and shut, instantly blinded by a white light. Now with her lids closed, her vision was filled with an orangey / red hue from the sunlight piercing into her eyes. Esme moaned and moved her head stiffly to the side. 

"Esme!"

Her fingers were crushed, and she moaned again, the feeling of pain making her eyes open. She felt disorientated, dizzy from the new sights and sounds around her. She blinked, and a familiar face with puffy red eyes from crying beamed at her, her tears now seemingly of joy as Anastasia half cried and laughed. "Esme, are you really awake?" She croaked; her blue puppy-like eyes stared back at her in hope. It was a look she never wished to disappoint. 

"Hmmm, S-ia, I'm 'wake," Esme mumbled and licked her lips, grimacing from the taste of salt and the sudden burning sensation down her throat.