"A beautiful rose, be as bright as the sun or shining as gold itself, planted in the wrong soil will soon wither and decay in the hands of misfortune. There is only an absence of love surrounding it. You, child, is anything but perfect. You are destined for hatred. Hatred that is to ever blossom."
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We're All Liars, Love
FantasyBarrel rat. The Devil. Scum. This had been what Kazian had been called his entire life. He never regretted his life in Hellhole. But when chance comes knocking at the door, he feels the blunt hit of history repeating itself. But who wouldn't risk th...
