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The Damsel Society por -kalopsia
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Not all fairytale princesses are as sweet and innocent as the stories make them out to be. Secrets, darkness. Both take their root in hearts that waver and are unsure of their destinies. Just because someone is born from good people doesn't mean they are pure of all sin. Estelle, the daughter of Ella and Henri from the famous "Cinderella" tale, grew up afraid. Not afraid of the outside world, as the palace was always very protected. No, she was afraid of herself and the darkness she saw when she looked in the mirror. But the fear only feeds the darkness, and soon she finds herself with powers she doesn't even know why she has, let alone how to control them. But, as Stella tries to unravel what she's becoming with the help of her closest friends in the secret club they created years ago, The Damsel Society, she's tossed into a whole new world of danger, one she never expected to get lost in. Sometimes, wars are much bigger that between kingdoms. Good versus Evil is a battle that fights in each of us. Only we can choose which side wins, in the end. But if she is the only one able to make the decision, who are the voices Stella hears every time her powers are released? --- Beautiful cover by @modernism
Taywin the Lioness por Vaajltirqa
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Looking down to the small child I had given life to, her golden hair already thick and beautiful. But I had not seen her eyes yet. I was crazed, wild by now. I needed to know. Just then her long blonde eyelashes gave way to reveal a gorgeous set of eyes I ever saw. Sparkling green were a with thousands of gold flecks dancing in her iris. They were his eyes. Jamie's eyes. She wasn't Robert's, thank the Mother. But, a princess needed a name, she needed something that would be remembered for the ages. She needed something almost poetic, something of a song and ravishing beauty, I smiled," I shall name you Taywin, princess Taywin. After your grandfather and your Father." I had said the last part almost to a whisper, just so only my little Taywin could hear me. She was mine and Jamie's. Robert would never have her, no one will. She could become the Queen, the Queen of the Iron Throne. Queen of men, Queen Taywin.