𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜
I was broken. I was deceived. I was betrayed. I was familiar only with emotions of pain and anger. Darkness was a part of me. There was nothing left of me; I was completely shattered.
Then she came, An angel.
The word meant nothing to m...
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I gave a last look to myself in the mirror before turning around. I let out a loud breath and opened my eyes again. I walked out of the room, descended the stairs slowly and my palms grew sweaty, and I trembled, my legs shaking.
C'mon it's just a dinner.
You can do this, Elena.
You've done this before.
As I reached the living hall. I caught his site, leaning against the glass wall. All the oxygen left from my body. I felt myself breathless. Breathless for him. My heart danced so widely, for him. Only him. Always him.
I stared...and stared...and never looked away.
He didn't look away either as I stepped down the rest of the stairs.
My green eyes never lift his deep blue ones.
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Alaric looked dapper in his black suit. He didn't had a tie on. Two buttons of his crisp white shirt were opened, his platinum chain was on display. A million dollars watch was adoring his wrist. All of his fingers were lined up with sliver rings, some of them have diamond and few had different type of shapes and designs.
We are matching. Black black.
His ocean blue eyes were on me. His black hair was smoothed back nicely, but a few stubborn dark strands fell over his forehead. Alaric looked like he was someone everyone bowed to. He looked deadly, sinfully beautiful.
