The Live Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“If you wait any longer, the poison and this seed will drain you dry. Both of you will die.” “No.” My answer was so firm it surprised even me. “What?” the old man stared at me, shocked. I caressed my belly. I could feel a faint but stubborn pulse. A life connected to mine. “I don’t care how it got here. It’s living on my blood now,” my voice trembled, but it was unwavering. “It’s mine.” “You’re insane!” the man yelled. “It’s a product of black magic! A monster!” “It’s still my child.”

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“You are not the kind of woman who does this. You are careful. You help people, you don’t… you don’t devour them in their bedrooms.” A traitorous voice, soft and dark whispered: 'But it felt like being alive for the first time.' I shook my head violently, as if to dislodge the thought. “No. It felt like a mistake. A dangerous, beautiful, catastrophic mistake.” I turned on the tap, splashing cold water on my face. The shock was bracing. I patted my skin dry with a rough towel, scrubbing a little too hard at the mark on my neck, though it didn’t fade. I couldn’t scrub away the memory.