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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 · 奇幻言情
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In disguise

As the light was beginning to fade in the skies, Esme was aware of just how late it was getting. Luckily the shops were still open, and she made a quick dash to a costume shop, exiting in her new attire and feeling quite badass in her new get up. The shopkeeper had asked her who did her 'awesome' scar makeup on her back as it looked so real; Esme smiled knowingly and told her it was a secret.

But as soon as the she-wolf left the store, her smile dropped, and she rolled her eyes. That woman was being nosy; she knew it wasn't makeup. Walking swiftly down the street, Esme looked like a 'punk rocker' with a short black wig, the tips of the hair red, and she gelled it up and flicked it to the side, leaving it stylishly dishevelled.