Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...
He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Emily Brontë 1846 -*- All Rights Reserved to LoveVincitOmnia 2016. Please don't copy or reproduce.
IMPORTANT: As of November 1, 2018, the last 15 chapters of the story have been taken down due to this book has been PUBLISHED. Link to purchase your copy of Bound is on my profile! ________________________________________________ Her mother's dying wish was for her to be happily married, even though she was only 19 ye...