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The REINCARNATED ( the unending dream)

“Is this what death feels like? Is this how am going to die? Her voice echoed in her head as her whole body felt limp and too heavy to move. She felt cold, too cold - she needed some warmth but she knows the horrible fate that was about to hit her. “Why did this have to happen to her?” Her sight turned blurry as she embraced that seeet calming darkness. Mira, a naive teenager who yearns to be free and become an adult. An eighteen years old girl who yearns for adventure, finds herself a whole new adventure. A different one at that. She finds herself in a world of fantasy where she is said to be the queen to - the wife of a brutal king. Finding herself in a world of werewolves, elves, vampires and other mystical creatures. Mira sought a way to set herself loose from her dream- an unrealistic world filled with good and evil. Will Mira escape this fantasy world?. Worse, an obsessed mate who is rumored to be an unmerciful ruler.

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NEGATIVE EMOTIONS

It was Zamiel and he was... He was with that "Beebah" girl. They were both sitting on a rock by a flowing stream,. Their hands were entwined with each other, they were 0inches close to each other. And... and she was resting her head on his shoulder smiling. While they were both staring at the calm stream of water.  They looked so intimate and perfect, they looked like two Lovers finally getting their long awaited time together.  It looks like a beautiful painting, and it stung her like her a bee. She could feel a lump building up in her throat.  It too beautiful and too painful,. She just couldn't watch it anymore it felt like torture to her poor heart.

Later,...

The door creaked open and revealed an handsome sollhouitte.  He walked in majestically and peered at the sleeping girl lying there innocently.  He stared at her for some moment before laying beside her.

He looks quite fresh, he already had his bath and changed into a clean clothing.  It looks quite late too, the moon showed brightly on the earth.

He soon drifted off to sleep,but Somebody else couldn't.

THE NEXT MORNING.....

He was woken up by the peircing rays of the sun. He looked beside him to find it empty, he turned to his other side and found her sitting on a rocking chair, shutting her eye lids as though she were in deep thought. She looked so calm and settled and she looked so beautiful and so captivating her beauty look so ethereal with the sun rays made a perfect lighting effect to her beauty.

He couldn't help but drown into her beauty, but then he almost had an heart attack when she suddenly shut her eyes open it was scary and caught him off guard.

But then he caught her staring at him with emotions. " Negative emotions", or maybe i imagined it. But that feeling couldn't come off his mind.  That look..it was so deadly, he felt something like digust hatred or stuff.

Then he felt his heart almost jump out of his mouth, when she suddenly stood up walking towards him.

"I'm ready". She talked finally with her mouth, but every words felt like a heavy stone falling out of her mouth, and she stared at him with complete anger.

"Hmm?"., He answered mumbling and he felt the heaviness increasing by the minute.

"I'm ready,  aren't we leaving" she spoke through grounded teeth , she could feel the thread of her self control cutting loose.

"I'm not sure yet, but we should pack after today i need time to think through",  he spoke after staring at her boiling face.

("Think it through, huh?.  Or you just wanna spend one more day with your lover and give her a proper good bye.  What ever why should i bother, i won't be here forever anyway").

"Okay, take your time" she said to him sarcastically.

She walked away totally ignoring him as if he were nothing, she had nothing to say to him.  And this rudeness didn't go unnoticed by Zamiel.  He stared at her confused at this weird attitude she was giving.

"Mira", he called before she could turn the door knob.

And Mira stopped in her tracks.  Her anger slowly evaporating.

("Why? Why does he have to always say my name so smoothly,. Doesn't he know the effect he has on me"). She was thinking still in a debate whether to turn around or not.

"Mira?, We need to talk, ")

His voice rang once more sending goose bumps to her smooth skin.