LOGIN"Hey! I know you! You spilled my coffee on me the other day... What.. Where am I? What have you done?"Elizabeth was confused and disoriented."O my Gooood you talk too much!" a guy that looked like he was a part of the mountain said and stabbed her in the neck with a syringe.She felt panic started to rise within her but soon enough darkness pulled her and she lost her conscience.Elizabeth, a 23year old New York resident finally had her life under control, just the way she wanted it. Never had she imagined that stopping for coffee on her way to work one day could change her life the way it did.Henry Johnson just celebrated his 162 birthday. Long ago he gave up hope on finding his soul mate, a person perfect for him, created just for him, promised to him by Gods that his ancestors believed in, that he believed in.And now there she was sleeping unconscious in his bed. He had taken her without giving it any thought but he had no choice, he had to have her next to him. He just had to. But she didn't seem to feel the same towards him and that confused him. She was supposed to feel their bond the way that he did. But he will there, he will make her fall for him. She will love him one way or the other.
View More3 years later“Henry! For God’s sake, get them out of the water right now!&rdquo
Elizabeth and Henry spent Christmas and New Year’s Eve with the family, all gathered in the manor. They celebrated traditional human holidays because of Anna, Elizabeth, and Sarah since the rest of them were of other species and religion altogether, but either way, sharing gifts and spending time together was a reason enough for all of them to participate.The rest of the time, Henry and Elizab
Days went by turning into weeks and two months passed like a blink of an eye since the whole ordeal that caused the destruction of the cottage in the mountains. It was early December when the construction crew left the site, and only the interior designer was left there to do some final touch-ups.During these two months, Henry made only two short trips to the site to see for himself how things were
“She’s beautiful,” Elizabeth spoke in the softest possible voice while she held baby Amanda in her arms, looking at her small, chubby face. The baby was looking right back at her with a curious expression on her little face like she was assessing her. Elizabeth never had experience with babies but she was sure that they were not supposed to act so maturely when they’re only a couple of days old.





