Author's note:
I'm sorry if I keep coming up with new stories and barely even written one or two chapters in my other books, but it just sucks you know? Having to suddenly come up with a story, in which I think are awe-some ones, and if you don't write it down, even just the prologue, it'll just disappear like that boy who promised forever. Don't worry, I made myself a promise that I will finish every book I've written. Even though promises were meant to be broken. Meh. So yeah. I hope you'd like this one.
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h a u n t e d
When I was younger, I always thought princes were real. That every girl in this world has a prince of their own and will be swooped off their feet and will be brought to these beautiful palaces to live happily ever after.
At one point I met a boy, but he wasn't the prince I've always wanted. In fact he was far from it. He wasn't a prince. He was an angel and a devil all wrapped in those olive-like skin of his into one. And I'm definitely not his princess. But I am his. My mind, heart and soul. I am all his. Despite knowing that he's not mine. That he'll never be mine.
His devil-like smirk that draws you in like a moth to a flame, his eyes that speaks to your soul promising heaven and just everything about him that screams perfection, all of it, all of him, continues to haunt me in my dreams.
So, all of this being said, I can only say I'm haunted.
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