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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 · Fantasia
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48 Chs

Chapter 26

"Happy Birthday!" Keegan's family shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the air with exuberant joy. I found myself enveloped in a sea of unfamiliar faces, their smiles warm and welcoming. It was a strange feeling, to be the center of attention in a group of people I had only just met, but there was a genuine kindness in their eyes that made the experience less overwhelming.

Keegan had been insistent about taking me to his family's lake house for what he called a "private getaway," a chance for us to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life. As we drove up, the sight of a few cars parked haphazardly around the house was the first hint that this was far from a secluded retreat.

Before I could protest or question, Keegan had gently placed his hands over my eyes, leading me towards the house with a playful grin.

"Trust me," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.