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His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure

His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1348    |    Released on: Today at 17:30

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large, pale hand clamped

he city, choked with the smell of rotting cardboard and

Fresh, h

pasting the fabric to her skin. She pulled the brim of he

e unseen margins of the world, urged her to avoid the glaring streetlights of Broadway. She ha

e grip was weak, trembling, but fueled by

h the curtain of rain and the heavy

s slumped against the wet brick wall. His face was the color of chalk.

in jagged, broken breaths

tic pulsing of the veins in his neck, the specific shade

rminal blood mutation. He was

ngers curled inward, a muscle memo

. She wanted to keep walkin

ashing in the puddles echoed

ic

nd of a suppressor scrapin

darkness, sweeping over the overflowing trash cans.

ass

muscles failed him. A low, agonizing groan vibrate

. If the flashlights found them, Elia would have to

aw lo

vements were completely silent, li

die. Her fingers found the thin, leather case. S

aned over him. His pupils were b

sitate. She di

e side of his neck, hitting a microscopic ne

tantly. The needle forced his collapsing blood vessels to

mid-heave. Shock radiated from him,

were closer now.

es from Elia's shoulder. There was nowhere to hid

spark ignited in

ge hand shot up from the mud. He gra

rge of adrenaline-fueled str

concrete. Her body cras

oated brick wall. His heavy wool trench coat flared out, completely

is head

crashed do

kiss. It was

ood and the bitter rainwater. He pressed his body flush against hers, hi

lent jolt of pure, physiologi

a fist, aiming straight for hi

ht beam swep

hit the back of the

an accent muttered in disgust. "Ke

s splashed past them, the sound fadi

s, his teeth scraping her bottom lip. His hand slid up her

blood r

up and drove it viole

, breathless grunt. The

mporary strength from the adrenaline vanished. His legs gave out,

and across her mouth, smeari

ow, controlled measures. Her

ed out," she stated, her voice comple

ppression effect, combined with the extreme p

the side. He was co

ner of his bloody mouth was curled

ized the sharp line of his jaw, the straight

o fingers against his carotid a

but steady. He woul

he strap of her worn can

cold wind whipped down the

o adjust the coll

hed against her

stop

ce usually rested was exp

d with the letters E-L-I-A. The only physical

as g

gainst her ribs, a

yes darting to the unc

The rough thumb pressing into her throat. He ha

her knees beside him, her hands mov

hecked his trousers. She ran her ha

th

ght air, growing louder by the second.

to the wet mud. Her k

t time. The smirk on his unconscious

it. He

ushed herself up, her wet s

into the heavy rain just as the flashing r

And when she did, she was

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His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure
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“Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York. To them, she was just a shameful charity case. The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash. When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious. Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition. In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food. They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile. They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty. They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly. They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley. What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun? Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone. Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull. As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers.”