(VERY old, but re-published.)
❝ She was rare, and he knew he could never compare her to other women. She was a Celestial nymph, causing cosmic warfare with his soul. She was his Supernova. ❞
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❝ He ran his hands over my past -lingering over the dents and worked edges of my heart. And when I thought he would run like the others had, he told me that I was a warrior and that I would never fight another battle alone. ❝
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DESIDERIA Fiore Cattaneo walked through the gates of the Mikaelson compound, still owned by her adopted son, Marcellus Gerard, with her head held high and her heels clacking against the floor.
She immediately spotted Marcel sitting on a couch in the middle of the room with a vampire she now knew as Diego, the man who had first taken her and Kol Mikaelson to Marcel.
"Ciao, piccolo guerriero. Hello, Diego. Lovely to see you again." Desideria spoke with a teasing smirk, immediately noticing how Diego's body stiffened, clearly on edge at the mere sight of her.
(Hello, little warrior.)
Marcel smiled and brought the shorter witch into a hug. "Hey, ma. What can I do for you?"
