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ered as I watched the guy o

that but that's not the case here, this story is one like none you've ever

the same time I do, I don't know what he looks like but I know I want him. he holds me in his arms, pulls me closer and looks deep through the windows of my soul, I can't t

ept like you always do ". I greet my grandmother and with haste I make my way to the pigsty to clean and feed the pigs, a process I'll repeat with the sheep's and horses, yes, we own pigs, horses and sheeps. in a little over an hour I finish the chores and make my way back to the house for breakfast, as I get closer to the house I can hear someone chattering with my mother about the months hunting party. just so you know the

irl and for the love of something I resist the urge to shove this person somewhere. I take a long look at his face and decide to ignore him. it's finally my turn and the nice lady at the register asks why I want to participate, and I jo

ng and I start to zone out cause of his bullsh*t, the referee gives the green light and before I know it, snarky comments guy lands a punch right on my chin. the first thought that crosses my mind is that he's not holding anything back, the second is that he can even throw a punch, I pegged him for the weak type, my bad I guess. he's seems

ssly, they damn near water me down with their ey

ave promised him something if he l

lways been strong, in my mother's words " too strong for a girl ". my grandma once explained it to me but I could

mething about bloodline and

ere he is, " isol ". not to be cliche or anything but he is pretty

" does he think I'm strong, did I impress him, does he like me ". with the bombardment of thoughts crossing my mind I nearly shortc

m I finally on his radar ", I think to myself and with eyes that seem to be as bright as the morning star, he asks if he can sit with me, and faste

on their bout is called to the arena as the months hunting party, w