so he is the summery of my new story I will be starting soon.
its called "My mate is Death."
That's when I feel her.
She already began to thaw my frozen being.
"My mate. Mine." I growled.
I was now leaving my current soul reap to find my light.
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Death is the Grim Reaper, "blessed" with the job to collect and protect souls of the dying.
That so happened to be Verona Collide. A poor and bullied girl.
Verona goes to a all girls school, which a scholarship pays for.
The spoiled rich girls their make fun of Verna's "imperfection". Being a curvy girl and having a not barbie look.
All she wants is love.
All he wants is love.
The very old reaper was given a mate over two thousand years ago. His issue: he doesn't know how to find or or when he will have someone to not cower away in fear, but love him.
Then the unspeakable and heart crumpling tragedy occurred.
He found his mate in her tiny room with a glowing soul.
She was his job tonight.
He has to kill her.
Though he'd be with her alive or dead he was not stupid enough to think she wouldn't loathe him.
His last glimmer of hope died.
His non-beating dead heart shattered.
His one light in his cruel existence was taken away.
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Verona is terrified when she wakes up to a alluring, dark, and emotional man, caressing her cheek.
One whose face is hidden and darkened by a long and wide black hood.
She finds him every day after that.
Protecting her.
Pledging his love to her.
Breaking every wall she has ever built.
The truth though, can tear them apart.
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