FATE AGAINST LOVE: HER DESTINY, HIS CURSE Love is synonymous with holding on. You should never think of letting go for any reason but what if letting go becomes an option to prove how much you love someone? What if giving up becomes a sacrifice of love?
Valerie Gonzalez finds herself caught in Fate's Web, as she fell in love with the same man, who in 4 different past lives, she had been in love with; a love that eventually led to her premature deaths.
Daemon Vladamirovich wasn't just A MAN but a damned angel of the devil, a vampire who had hated humans until he met a soul; a soul he fell for and who became a curse he had to endure for centuries.
What would happen to Valerie who falls hopelessly in love with a Vampire for the fifth time?
Would she accept Fate's choice for her to be a curse to this Vampire?
Would she flee or fight fate with her life?
Can she dream of fighting the inevitable?
EXCERPT
"W-hat!?" Finding my voice again after a minute of silence, "That was another one of your weird jokes right?" A soft chuckle escaped my lips, my body's way of calming me.
"I don't tell jokes." His face held no emotions and the words fell freely from his lips.
"So how is it possible that we've met and fallen in love with each other four times in four hundred years?" I don't know if I was angry or hurt that he was using this nonsense to reject my feelings. If he was going to reject my heart, he should atleast have the decency of using a more cliche excuse and not this.
"You believe in those superstitious nonsense about past life and reincarnation?" I wanted to scream but my voice betrayed me, as I heard the words come out in a quiet whisper. I was already fighting the tears that threatened to fall anytime soon. Why did I even fall for this annoying jerk in the first place.
"They are superstitious... Yes, but they are not false."
"So what you're saying in essence is that we've both been reborn five times now?" A string of tear which had let loose was immediately caught by my alert hand, as I stared into his eyes; eyes I couldn't even be angry at.
"Not us, just you."
"What about you then? How are you still existing after four hundred years plus?"
"I still exist because I never died."
"Who never dies in this life? And you don't even look like a four hundred years old grandpa."
"That's because I'm Daemon Vladamirovich, a Vampire." The confidence and pride he exhudes saying these nonsense annoyed me more than the nonsenses themselves.
"I don't believe you because I don't believe in Vampires or witches and the rest." I stood up from the bench and made to leave when his cold hand grabbed my wrist firmly but gently.
"Would you like for me to prove it to you?" I heard his voice, a deep long sigh found its way out of my lungs, as I spared him another glance; he seemed too serious and confident about it all.
"Prove what you're not? I'd like to see you..." The words got stuck in my throat as I saw two pairs of what should have been the incisors grow out, looking like razor sharp canines, my feet deciding, for my frozen brain, to take us away from whatever was in front of us.
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