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Far away from knowing. by Obleeviate
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No es destino, tampoco cosa de suerte. La vida es un misterio, cada día es una nueva oportunidad y con el fin menos esperado.
Necesito Una Esposa by morena2929
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Alegna Castle era una chica que siempre había tenido todo lo que había querido, hasta el día que descubrió a su prometido con su prima en la cama, desde ese día juro que ningún otro hombre se burlaría de ella, debido a eso se alejo de su familia y decidió salir adelante ella sola, sin el nombre de su familia a cuestas. Erick Matews era un hombre que siempre conseguía lo que quería, en sus planes no entraba el matrimonio, pero por lo visto su familia no pensaba lo mismo, ya que ahora que su abuelo había muerto puso una clausula para que el pudiera heredar, y esa era que el se tenia que casar y vivir en la casa familiar por lo menos un año, pero su hermano no pensaba ponérsela fácil ya que se metía con cada mujer que el pretendía convertir en su esposa, hasta que volvió a ver a Alegna, con quien tuvo un aventura de una noche en hawai, hacia 4 años y ella parecía no recordarlo, pero el le propuso un trato que ella no pudo rechazar.
Break Free Roselle by BelWatson
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I live in the most expensive city of the world, a cosmopolitan capital. It's vibrant with all its people, it's loud, it's crowded. It's beautiful. But I'm not part of it. I only see it from behind a window, high in the sky, away from everyone else. Just like in that old fairy-tale, my mum keeps me inside the penthouse, as high as it can get, doors closed to everyone else but her. She says the world outside is scary, it's horrible and cruel and I'm better off inside, where no one can harm me. I don't have real friends. I don't have even school friends. I don't have anyone else but my mother. I know she wants to protect me, even if she doesn't tell me from what exactly, yet I know she has the best intentions at heart. I just wish I was allowed to play outside, from time to time. This is my life, however I do tell myself sometimes: Someday, you'll break free, Roselle. BOOK 6 In the Aware Princess Series flower: Purple Lilac, it symbolises "first emotion of love."
Blanca Like Snow by BelWatson
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As someone who's been so pampered to the point of oblivion, I never noticed the similarities with the fairy-tale. Every little girl should see her father as a king and her home is her kingdom. Almost every girl wants to be a princess or is treated as one. Some approach that more than others. I was one of those who are really close to be one. With a father that was like a king, soon came a stepmother hungry for power and money. Of course, I only realised that when Dad wasn't in the picture anymore. It wasn't jealousy because I was prettier than her, or that I think, what pushed her to hate me and to try to get rid of me; it was that as soon as I was twenty-one I would end up inheriting all of my father's business. Not her. So I had to disappear for her to be the only queen. Just like in the fairy tale, someone was hired to get rid of me. Did your parents read the tale to you? They didn't to me, so maybe that's why I didn't notice how much I resemble that princess. So that's me: Blanca, like Snow... Snow White. BOOK 5 In the Aware Princess Series flower: Thornapple, it symbolises "disguise."
Little Shy Ariel (ft. Harry Styles) by BelWatson
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I was named after the little mermaid, thought to be strong and brave. A name worthy of a princess, my mum used to say. But I didn't trade my voice for the handsome prince; I just never had it. I've always been the shy youngest sister, too afraid to raise her voice and make herself heard. I don't have the tail and I don't have the personality. I can sing, but no one ever hears me. I guess I only I have the red hair although it's not even naturally red. So how can I be part of his world when I can't even tell him my name? I better never meet the handsome prince, it'd be doomed to fail. So no, I'm not like the little mermaid, I'm just little shy Ariel. -:-:-:- BOOK #2 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Daisy, it symbolises "Innocence, loyal love, simplicity."
Call Me Ella (ft. Niall Horan) by BelWatson
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Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."
La chica de los colores © by LunnaDF
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HISTORIA PUBLICADA POR NOVA CASA EDITORIAL EN MARZO DE 2017. GANADORA DE LOS WATTYS 2016 CATEGORÍA COLECCIONISTAS. LIBRO N°1 SERIE "AMOR EN UN MUNDO INCLUSIVO" TODO LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS. PROHIBIDA SU ADAPTACIÓN, COPIA, TRADUCCIÓN TOTAL O PARCIAL. *** Celeste tenía una discapacidad, a raíz de un accidente le habían sido amputadas ambas piernas a los diez años. Gracias al apoyo de su familia -en especial al cariño y confianza que le brindó su abuelo-, fue capaz de superar los momentos difíciles causados por la adversidad. Encontró en el arte una forma de liberar su alma, de volar a los rincones a los que físicamente no podría llegar. Así, entre pinceles, cuentos infantiles y sirenas, creció convirtiéndose en una mujer hermosa, talentosa e independiente. Sin embargo, el amor nunca había llegado a ella hasta que conoció a Bruno, un chico de una realidad distinta, pero con muchas ganas de llenarse de todos sus colores. Bruno le demostrará que el amor no entiende de diferencias ni de limitaciones, que los recuerdos que guarda el corazón son más importantes que los que guarda la mente, y que el amor existe para todos. Celeste encontrará en Bruno al chico de los cuentos que le contaba su abuelo y, juntos descubrirán que hay secretos del pasado que pueden afectarlos. Celeste y Bruno serán testigos de un amor predestinado en el tiempo, una revancha de la vida, un lienzo en blanco lleno de colores por pintar y descubrir.