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  • Hunting Aurora von luvleyzozie
    luvleyzozie
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      Teile 4
    Being forbidden in a world destined to kill you isn't always the first pick at options, something I would not pick if willingly. But here I am, in that world. Aurora Lessly never has and never will have it easy, cursed with powers that are unspeakable in her realm, unwillingly on the run her whole life. But when she runs into a gentleman, who later on isn't to gentlemanly, Blaze Accardi. Blaze says he will protect her but will he actually? Will they survive together? Or end up killing eachother inbetween the tension between them. Come join Aurora in her hectic life as an Elemental. ( Ill try to publish 3-5 times a week)
  • Crush ? I hate You. von Tsukistorm
    Tsukistorm
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      Teile 1
    Love and Hate rarely co-exist. But when it does for Tsuki what will she do to ensure one doesn't destroy the other. Will she give into love that she had turned it a mission to never encounter. Or will she continue on her path of hatred to regain her peaceful loneliness.
  • A Different Side Love Story von ShadowFandomz
    ShadowFandomz
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      Teile 8
    Anastasia wakes up in her room. She rubs her eyes open, and with a lot of effort, she gets off her bed. Still tired, she ventures to her window and opens it. She felt the light cold morning breeze on her rose peach cheeks. When she could finally see clearly, she saw the large yard surrounding the mansion. If you tried to see afar, you could perceive a black solid fence doing the contour of the territory. Instead of thinking depressingly, she stared at the few crimson roses laying there sadly in the yards bushes. She was staring them so long that she started to doze off because of the tiredness. But then a quiet but sharp noise across the door connecting the hall and her room woke her up from her trance. It was soon followed by a dark voice: - Dear, it's time for breakfast⁓ It was too late to escape. *Maybe I'll change the title to :Withered Roses: *