Everyone halted the she entered the ballroom. Her milky skin stood out against the darkness of her raven hair and the crimson red dress that so effortlessly acccenuated her figure. All the women were jealous and all the men lusted for her. And that is exactly what she wanted.
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NouvellesThe title is pretty self explanatory. This book is just a bunch of drabbles, thoughts and other stuff.
