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Luna, You can't fix him!

**cover credits to the real owner** *** Born into a long line of villains, Drake didn’t grow up like one. He knew nothing about his families’ sins or the destiny he was bound to, brought to light by a car accident three years ago. It took everything but gave him something he never asked for...Powers. What would he do with these abilities? What could he do? Would he carry on the family tradition? Or turn to justice and become a hero? ** Pearl would do anything to be normal again. To go back to when life was easy, and her only worry was what to choose for dinner would be. Even if it meant faking a bond with a mate? Just long enough so she could escape this hellish nightmare? But what would Pearl do when she realizes she’s responsible for someone else’s wellbeing? Could she risk another for her own selfish desires? *** Would she be able to get her old life back? The life before these things humans only fantasized about became real? Or would she end up falling in love, giving in to this bond she intended to forsake, and choosing to stay with the love of her life? Even if it means leaving everything and everyone she ever cared about? ****

Xeeraaruwa · Fantasia
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153 Chs

hundred and thirty

Pearl's POV

I told him I had a boyfriend, but that didn't seem to go how I expected it to go, he was trying to claim me, acting like some caveman of some sort.

I was confused I didn't understand why he acted the way he did, does that mean he has fallen for me, could it be that what ever these people were doing really got to him? Well, that aside I couldn't believe my ears when I heard what he said and my eyes felt like they were deceiving me when I saw the anger in his eyes.

He called me his, am I really his? I don't know how that made me feel, I don't know how to feel about being someone claiming possession over me.

"You're mine, and I don't care who you've been with, but not anymore," his words kept echoing in my head.

This were the last thing he said before leaving. And that kept ringing in my head a few times.

I tried to think of what he meant when he had said those words, but it only meant one thing and one thing only.