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Possessed hearts - Анна Морион

Possessed hearts

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2023

Their goblets overflow with the crimson elixir of life, a decadent draught sipped delicately as we indulge in a ruby red wine. In appearance, they are eerily similar to our kind, yet we are but bland imitations of the same species. In every aspect, they surpass us with their unfathomable superiority. However, there exists a chink in their immortal armor: vampires enamor only once, and the object of their affection determines their everlasting existence. What destiny awaits these captivating and bloodthirsty beings: ceaseless bliss or interminable agony? The captivating enchantress, Maria Mroczek, the embodiment of desire for many men, has succumbed to love. But this determined woman will go to any lengths, gambling her very existence, in pursuit of a fate entwined with another soul, bearing the same cursed mark bestowed upon her by the disdaining Fate. Moreover, the ethereal whispers of their nocturnal desires echo through the halls of forgotten love, shrouded in mystery and passion beyond mortal comprehension.

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CHAPTER 1

Mortals can be so annoying. This I know as well as anyone. – I've called you fifty times, but you ignore me!

I smiled mockingly.

Kurt. That mortal thought he was my boyfriend after just one night with me. I'd been bored that Friday, so I'd decided to have some fun, that's all. He was good in bed, and the coldness of my body even appealed to him. On Sunday I invited him over to my place and that visit too ended up being a hot night. Monday morning, I shoved him out the door and threw his clothes out the window. But, what a misfortune, he seems to have fallen head over heels in love with me! And I, such a fool, gave him my number… How ridiculous!

And why do all these mortals, whom I use only for my physical needs and entertainment, all fall in love with me and call me like crazy? Stalking me at the penthouse where my flat is, stalking me at work. Over the past four years, I've become a well-known photographer in Canada and the US, and these types make me uncomfortable and have difficult conversations with clients. "Who's the guy hanging around here? Did he come to you? You know the rules – no privacy during shooting, etc." And you can't explain to people that all these idiots are there to have a relationship with me! Yeah, what's the big deal, what relationship? Idiots, I'm just playing with them, and when I've played with them, I get rid of the old toys. Should I kill them? No, I don't want to waste my precious time on that.

They all admire me and call me a beautiful, unearthly, sexy devil they're willing to go to Hell for. My cool white skin attracts them like a magnet, they are ready to kiss my feet, to be my slaves. But the thing is, I don't care about them. Their admiration and love for me makes me laugh. Mortals demand my love! Demand that I become "constant" and not act "like an expensive whore". Ha! They dare to hope for my reciprocity. I never promise reciprocity, but I give honest and frank warning that I am looking for a one-night stand. I don't give an ounce of hope.

This Kurt, a twenty-five year old boy I met in a nightclub, thought I should be with him now. He waited for me right outside the entrance to the penthouse and blocked my way to the door with his stupid arrogance. Naive. But I was willing to play with him a little.

– Look, boy, forget my number and find yourself a nice, model girl. I suggest you look in the library-there are plenty of them," I replied to his passionate accusation with a laugh.

– You can't just forget me! – Kurt hooked his fingers into my forearm. – I can't think of anyone, anything, but you!

– How romantic! But boy, you're so stupid," I said in an affectionate tone, still letting him touch me.

– Stop calling me boy!

Passersby stared at this scene of jealousy with rapt attention and smiled.

Kurt was furious. I was enjoying this little game, but I was still a little tired of his voice and mannerisms.

– If I ever see you here again, boy, you're in trouble, okay? – I said insistently, wanting to get rid of him at last. – I'll call the police and I'll get the court to ban you from coming within a mile of me.

By the way, there's already a loser like that. Woody. DJ at Toronto's biggest nightclub. He stalked me for two months, but I successfully and easily won my case in court, and the lovesick idiot had to leave town. And with a tarnished reputation.

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