immortal love

Immortal Love

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This story actually came to me in

scary dream, the dream was scarier

than this watered down version. Like

all eccentric dreams I usually have, I

write them down...I didn't realise as I

was writing that dream, how the story

began morphing itself. Basically, I

started romanticising this nightmare

like a weird person that I an.

I have written down the full plotline

of what will happen. It ended up being

sooo long that I might actually for once

consider making this story as Trilogy!

This is a first for me since I usualy

struggle writing sequels. But I'm so

enamoured with this story it won't leave

me alone and I'm so excited to enter this

journey and share it with you all.

Just as heads that updates will be super

slower, I'U only post the chapters I've

written so far ... anyway hope you guys

like it

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SynopsiS

Alana has always felt there was

something about the dreams she had

that were different from normal.

That's why she tried so hard to paint

them...maybe getting them out there

will make these nightmarish monsters

and eerily fairy tale like beings from

plaguing her peaceful sleep.

How could she have known that these

very paintings would be the binding of

her ultimate fate and love. In the form

of a six-foot-something-glory of a man

whose every expression was to glare at

everyone and everything that crossed

his path.

Now thrown in his world, Alana must

figure out what happened to make

this man so unfeeling and immune

to happiness. The devastating look

hidden deep in his eyes couldn't just be

because he is cold-hearted.

It's during this process of unravelling

pieces of his past that Alana finds

out that she has something he needs,

something he has been looking for.

Alana becomes suddenly determined

to give it to him. If it meant relieving

him from his pain, she was determined

to give him everything. Even if it meant

losing her life in the process.

All because, she hadn't planned for

it, as instantaneous as it was, fallingfove wiuu WIuN NIS Tman WItO aISO

happened to be her best friend's boss.

Lylas Fury.

Prologue

The glass sphere shattered in her hand

as she fel1, the shards piercing through

the flesh of her arm. The trail of blood

should alarm her, is supposed to make

her panic, however the wails of a new

born baby ricocheted through the walls

around her. These cries pierced the

air, filling the whole room with agony.

It made her forget the physical pain of

her wounded arm.

"Where are you?" She spoke to the

walls that were encased in a strange

silver glow.

The cries surged through her,

boundless and yet bountiful. Their

resonance grated her heart and

shattered her soul. It was fear for that

child that made her move around in

a dizzying frenzy. The desperation

to find and save him alerting her to

the maternal instinct she never knew

existed within her.

"I'm here, my arms are open..." she was

sobbing through the pain now. As if

someone was raking through her heart twisting it and yanking it from her

chest."..I'm here, but why can't I see

you?"

It was torture, absolute agony, a

suffering she'd never experienced

throughout her life. The cries wouldn't

stop and no matter how desperate she

looked she couldn't find the missing

child. She searched and searched,

everywhere and anywhere, however,

the walls kept expanding out of her

reach.

The image of him was so clear in her

mind. A small baby, just a new born,

naked and cold, in need ofher warmth,

of her nurture, of her love.

"Why can'tI see you? Why can't I hold

you?" She slumped on the floor in

defeat and sobbed for a long time, her

cries mingling with his.

"T'm sorry..I have failed you. I have

failed..." Her voiced echoed in a trail.

She hugged knees together, her head

falling in between them. As if to

contain the shattering of her broken

heart and soul. It dawned on her why

she couldn't find the child, why she

couldn't hold him, why she couldn't

love him.That child was

That child was lost to her...a part of her

that had ceased from existence.