Tonight was the anniversary of the worst night of her life. CREATUS (They Exist)

Creatus Series

For four thousand years, creatus have concealed themselves from the humans who hunted them almost to extinction. Now, one creatus will endanger them all by breaking one of their laws: falling in love--with a human.

This is just an excerpt. If you'd like to read the first three chapters you can read them here.

She dropped the mail on the table and then worked her way around the apartment, watering her plants. She chattered aimlessly to each plant as she checked the soil and removed dead leaves. She felt silly sometimes, but whom else was she going to talk to, and she’d read that her carbon dioxide was good for them. The plants repaid her in their own way, greeting her daily with bright green leaves that reminded her of a tropical locale. Even when the rest of Boston was frigid and dreary, her apartment was warm and cozy.
Someday she’d be able to move south.
She set the water canisters in the sink, then plopped down at the table, picking up the first envelope. She sighedshe knew what it was. She received them from the college almost every semester.
Your records have been placed on hold, which stops future enrollment, blah, blah, blah, the letter from college read. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to drop out of a class. As much as she wanted to leave for a warmer state, college was the other reason she couldn’t. She’d looked into out-of-state admission costs. She could barely afford what she was paying here, and she really wanted to finish.
The other reason she couldn’t leave, of course, was him. Someday, she told herself. Someday she’d get attacked again, and he’d be there. Only next time, she wouldn’t let him leave. She couldn’t be one hundred percent sure that she hadn’t made him up. But twice? How could she have imagined his eyes and heard his voice twice?
Absently, she reached for a pen. Those eyesshe knew those eyes. Within seconds of finishing just his eyes, she ripped the paper to shreds. This was ridiculous. She couldn’t stay here alone tonight. But she couldn’t afford to go out either. Unless… She hated doing it; she felt like such a tramp when she did it, but the men never seemed to mind. It wasn’t as though she asked them.
Making up her mind, she pushed away from the table. No way was she going to stay home alone and wallow in self-pity or dream about some mysterious stranger who refused to show himself.
After showering, she doused herself with her favorite body spray she only used on rare occasions. She couldn’t afford to use it daily, and it wasn’t as though she’d increase her tips at work by smelling like Malibu Beach. No, she reserved it for going out.
She lined her eyes with dark eyeliner and shadow, then added a light sparkly color at the tips and just above her eyes, the way she’d seen the models in the magazines she perused at the library make up their eyes. Lastly, she slipped into the sexiest dress she owned. She’d bought the sheer, low-cut, backless black dress for prom when she had cash in her pocket after selling her mother’s jewelry. She’d never worn it to prom, of course, but she’d reserved it for special occasions.
Tonight wasn’t a special occasion; it was the anniversary of the worst night of her life. To celebrate, she planned to get so drunk that she wouldn’t even remember her own name, let alone what she’d lost.

The Creatus Series is not your normal paranormal's a realistic twist of the myths you've heard your entire life. Prepare to believe...

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