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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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Lost memories: Part Two

Nyx squeezed Marcus' hand again before the sound of her phone vibrating distracted her. She looked down at the device with a frown and sighed. Marcus watched her thoughtfully as he rested his elbow on the back of the couch and leaned his cheek on his fist while tapping her leg with his other hand. Nyx was still the same person he knew, but now she seemed more real.

In the short amount of time he'd seen her today, in the morning and this evening, Nyx had expressed her emotions so openly. When she was at the Hellhounds, he knew she kept everything in check and barely relaxed even when it was just the two in the cottage. It was refreshing to see, and he enjoyed seeing the different faces she pulled, even if she was upset. He was used to her angry and deadly side, and on rare occasions, he had seen a soft smile, not her smirk, but a genuine smile.