Trampled
Mature content. Anastasiya is getting over trauma of loss and inferiority complex. The story begins in her teenage years, as she grows and discovers the world of love and disappointment, while trying to figure out her future in this magical society, with looming doom in the shadows occasionally creeping her out.
Hello all,
First of all, thank you for even looking at this page!
There are going to be deaths, sex, alcohol, and violence, with a sprinkling of dark humor, so if you maybe triggered, please be cautious.
The world of steampunk magic and a hinted-on mystery is slowly developing in the background of the main story, and will climax as the story progresses and Nastya graduates high school.
What are the tears of time?
~Nataliya
Excerpts:
[“…no, there was someone there. All I could see was a black, misty shape, then it suddenly looks up and stares me in the eye…" he said in cold whisper, still staring in that direction.
Dread ran down my spine, I considered to pretend that he was still joking. But it was freezing now, the frosty chill was not a joke. ]
{He looked over my shoulder at what I was spying at and chuckled.
"Well, we can do better…" he mused.
"What?"
And before I could get an answer, I ended up in his warm embrace slowly kissing. The tempo was gradually getting faster and faster. I could barely steal chances to breathe. Somehow, we backtracked half a street while hugging and making out and ended up on the bench we just passed by few moments before. He was strong, very strong, as his desire intensified, }
