𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π…πŽπ‹πƒπ’ πŽπ… 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ━ eloise bridgerton
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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π–πˆπ‹π‹πŽπ–'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄; eloise bridgerton by hexterya
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 πˆπ’ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 difference between a sin and a clandestine longing? A yearning that pulses silently beneath the surface, sheltered away from a place where love is tightly defined and drawn by ancient hands. Can a heart so full and so pure truly be blamed as sinful? Or is the true sin in the unspoken truth that binds them to stare across ballrooms? Siena DeLuca would have never imagined that one's heart could stray so far from the paths taught to follow. Her rebellion and often misunderstood ideals had never ventured so far as to imagine herself dipping her toes into forbidden places. But Eloise Bridgerton surely is a spark in the darkness- a wildfire that refuses to be tamed. She is the ocean's tide that pulls her to uncharted shores, leaves her wondering if she even cares about being a castaway from a society that has terribly failed at comprehending them. So, if it is a sin, must they sincerely care if they are sinners? BOOK 1 OF THE: γ€Ž BETWEEN THE FOLDS OF MY LETTERS 』SERIES!
𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐈'𝐌 π’π“πˆπ‹π‹ π˜πŽπ”π‘π’; eloise bridgerton Β² by hexterya
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πŽππ„ πŒπ”π’π“ π€π‹π–π€π˜π’ π‘π„πŒπ„πŒππ„π‘ that some bonds are as inevitable as the tides, drawing one and one together despite the constraints that bind them away from each other. Some cannot be escaped, others do not want to escape. But then there is society, and though evolving, it is certainly demanding of compliance. I ask you, from an unopened letter: Can the gravity of an undeniable connection be labeled as wrong? As fruit of insanity? Perhaps some truths are destined to remain shrouded in mystery, but Siena DeLuca and Eloise Bridgerton cannot, for crying out loud, endure ignorance, and much less impotence. If the world refuses to see them through gentle eyes- or accepting ones, simply- then they would damn right assure that they would find a way to wreak havoc raucous enough to earn the disdain. Because to love in secrecy is a burden, an exhausting endeavor even for those restless as them. But it is also a world too old to remain unchanging, a world too entrenched in tradition. So, when does one seize the moment to ignite revolution? When does one know it is the right moment to set in motion a scheme so grand it is meant to redefine existence as we know it? BOOK 2 OF THE: γ€Ž BETWEEN THE FOLDS OF MY LETTERS 』SERIES!