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All Chapters of Whispers of the Dark: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

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Prologue

I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear.    I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful.    “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.    Because if she does, this clan is fucked for good. It was the higher ups that wanted an experimentation of identities. They said it would vitalize the name of our clan and strengthen our authorities.    I frowned at the thought. Whilst grea
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Chapter 1

I let the beam of the sun go through my huge window, touching my skin.   It was a perfect sunny day. It would have been great to do outdoor activities, if only I was allowed to actually go out and live like a normal person.    I sighed as I let my body collapse on the huge white bed inside this unit I’m in. I hated that I was born into this kind of life.   Children should have choices. They should be allowed to see all different options of families. They should decide for themselves what kind of family they would like to be born into. After all, it is the children that will either prosper or suffer.    Because I had the choice, I know I wouldn’t choose this luxury, this fame, or this privilege. I wouldn’t want to be born as the only child of a famous politician, and now the daughter of the newly elected Philippine president.  &n
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Chapter 2

Leaving the restaurant was tougher than I thought. Being a politician’s daughter is worse than being an artist.  If you’re an artist, people will have reasons to approach and know you. They love you so they give you attention. They willingly allow themselves to live in a world where their influences are impactful. But when you’re a politician’s daughter? You’re just awfully in the headlines in spite of no one giving a fuck. You’re always being captured by cameras yet no one loves you. You’re just simply the talk of the town, no matter how low profile you might be.  “Miss Salvatera!” a guy from the other table approached me as soon as I stood up.  I scanned his whole being and saw that he was wearing casual
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