Feast, Alana Bordeaux [thriller books to read .txt] 📗

For those who love the night.

Janet cried. For the first time in years her eyes released that hot liquid and it felt good. He had broken her. He crushed her spirit. She signaled for the cab driver to stop. He looked puzzled she was a block from her destination. She wanted to walk, to feel the biting air. She walked the dark street and he found her. Zanuel the great hunter. She was the one he knew it. He quickly cut across her path gazed into her eyes. He swept her behind a dumpster. She was curiously unafraid. He brushed her hair back and feasted.

Zanuel was the greatest fighter his tribe had ever seen. He was fast, cunning and quiet. He often snuck up on unsuspecting animals with as much grace as a cheetah. His village-mates called him Zanuel the great. He felt great as he patrolled the village perimeter that night. He was unstoppable, he thought. He heard a slight shift in the wind, something most would miss. Before he could cry out she was upon him. She had unearthly beautiful ebony eyes and skin just as dark. She smiled showing her sharp white teeth whispered to him kissed his lips and feasted.

Arriana his maker tired of him after a century of darkness. He wanted more but he could not resist the calling. He was so good at the hunt and his prey was so eager. He saw the one called Janet and loved her. He couldn’t believe that she would love him too so he devised a plan. He would watch her from afar and when the time was right he would make her. She would love him for his gift. But something went wrong. She did not love him. She waited for his daytime rest, opened her mouth and feasted.

Publication Date: 08-10-2010

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Dedication:
To my family for always encouraging me to reach my goals.