# Forbidden Spark: Raising My Own Nemesis

Author: Morgan Vale
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Genre: Western-Fantasy-Magic

## World
I created the perfect man, only to realize he's destined to kill me.

## Tropes
- Dark Romance
- Western Fantasy & Magic
- Mafia & Dark Romance
- Western-Fantasy-Magic
- Mafia-Dark-Romance

## FAQ
### What is Forbidden Spark: Raising My Own Nemesis about?
I created the perfect man, only to realize he's destined to kill me.

### Who is the author of Forbidden Spark: Raising My Own Nemesis?
Forbidden Spark: Raising My Own Nemesis is written by Morgan Vale. Read Chapter 1 free on ReadNovelHub.

### Is Forbidden Spark: Raising My Own Nemesis a Dark Romance story?
Yes. Forbidden Spark: Raising My Own Nemesis is tagged for Dark Romance readers looking for North American romance-fantasy tropes.

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### What happens at the start of Forbidden Spark: Raising My Own Nemesis?
"Get your hands off me, you freak!" Sloane didn't flinch. She tightened her grip on the leather strap, pinning the man's wrist against the cold stone slab of the alchemy table.

## Chapter 1 teaser
### Forbidden Spark: Raising My Own Nemesis - Chapter 1: Playing God in the Dirt

"Get your hands off me, you freak!" Sloane didn't flinch. She tightened her grip on the leather strap, pinning the man's wrist against the cold stone slab of the alchemy table. He was thrashing, his chest heaving, but he was locked down by silver-threaded bindings that bit into his skin every time he moved. "I'm not a freak, I'm your architect," Sloane snapped. She leaned in, her face inches from his. She could smell the ozone and raw copper of the soul-binding spell still clinging to him. "And right now, you're nothing but a collection of borrowed parts and a very expensive mistake." "Mistake?" The man spat. His eyes were a piercing, unnatural gold, pupils slit like a predator's. "You think you can just stitch a soul into a shell and call it a pet? I can feel it, Sloane. The void. You didn't build a man. You built a grave." Sloane let out a sharp, jagged laugh. She stepped back, her boots crunching on broken glass and dried herbs scattered across the dirt floor of her hidden cellar. This place was a hole—a damp, miserable burrow on the edge of the Empire's reach—but it was the only place she could play God without getting burned at the stake. "A grave with a heartbeat is still an improvement over the trash I found in the scrap heaps," she said. She reached for a vial of shimmering blue liquid, her fingers trembling just a fraction. "Now, be a good little monster and tell me if the neural link is holding, or do I need to restart your heart with a lightning bolt?" Kaelen—that was the name she'd given him, though he hated it—lunged forward. The silver straps groaned. For a second, the power in the room shifted. The air grew heavy, pressing down on Sloane's lungs like a physical weight. It wasn't alchemy. It was something older. Something that didn't belong in a vessel mad

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