Burning Trust: Trust Is Earned, Not Given

By A M Rohleder

Monique Dragomire is far from normal. In fact, she is something that should never exist. But when dark foes from her past reveal themselves, she has to learn a deeper meaning of trust by trusting old friends and family and the most unlikely of friends, going through tests that will either strengthen or destroy her relationships. But even so, she still has darker secrets that no one could ever know.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Oct 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781532059490

A M Rohleder

Amanda has been writing stories ever since she started middle school and has been until she had her first short story published in an e-book. Realizing that writing was something she loved to do, she decided to set her dreams further and started writing novels. Publishing her first book and seeing it on the shelves of different stores has always been her dream. Even in her darkest time, she was able to create a world and bring the dragon realm to life. Overcoming the judgement from others, she founded a creative writing club at her high school, allowing anyone who had the same passion of writing as she does.

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BURNING

TRUST

Trust Is Earned, Not Given

A M ROHLEDER

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BURNING TRUST

TRUST IS EARNED, NOT GIVEN

Copyright © 2018 A M Rohleder.

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ISBN: 978-1-5320-5948-3 (sc)

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iUniverse rev. date: 10/03/2018

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Part Two   ‘The blood of a dragon never dies’

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Part Three    ‘Trust those in you’re life, even if they hurt you.’

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Inspire

d by

Family

Friends

My favorite worship singer

I thank you all for being there and helping me

every step of the way.And the kind of music that

was brought into my life writing this story.

1

CHAPTER

BEING THE BARTENDER AND owner at ‘Blood Moon Strip Club’ was hard at times.

Hey, Victor! A bald headed bouncer said.

Hey, can you open the doors for me?

Sure.

As the doors opened, all the parties came in. While Victor was serving drinks to people, a woman screamed…

Hey get the fuck off of her! Victor yelled, And get the hell out of my bar!

Hey man, you can’t tell me what the fuck to do. The guy said drunk.

The guy pushed Victor into a table as the bouncer dragged the guy out. Then a woman walked over.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I’m fine. Victor said.

What is your name?

Victor and yours?

Monique.

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The lights shone into Monique’s eyes as she pushed away from the bar after her tenth shot of Fireball. To bad she couldn’t get drunk. Stupid metabolism.

Done already?

Yeah.

I sent someone to the alley.

Okay.

The music blared in her ears as she crossed the dance floor. Drunken men, women, and teens bumped into her as she walked to the door. She wasn’t there just to drink alcohol but also to suck the down-worlders’ souls.

Hey it’s not easy being part- demon- part- dragon. She had to feed somehow, and the down-worlders are stupid when drunk {not even realizing that she is there and that there people always going missing}.

But there were eyes watching her {well there were always eyes watching her}.

Monique was tall, slim, silky long black hair… making her able to seduce her victims with her looks.

But these eyes burned with hate and something else.

Meeting her victim out in the alley, she made her dinner quick, as she ate the down-worlders’ soul. A bullet hit the brick wall, she dropped her near dead victim and ran into the night.

Shit!

She stopped thinking that she had lost them.

Wrong!

A sack went over head, she fought the hands that dragged her to what she supposed was a van. Soon her hands and feet were restrained by ropes. They put another sack on her head- dimming her view.

The van started forward, muffled voices were talking all around her; and then everything went black.

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A fireplace popping, the place was dim.

A burning, stinging pain pierced her wrists and ankles.

Silver!

Monique’s’ eyes opened and her nose flared at the smell of burned skin, and blood. Reality hit her as the door opened and a man with a mask on, walked in.

‘Well. It’s good to see that you are awake, Monique."

Let. Me. The. Fuck. Go! she yelled, struggling against the chains that held