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Roses
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Continúa, Has publicado mar 17, 2017
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What if, when your soulmate is hurt physically, there are roses on your body where they are hurt, What if when they are hurt mentally, there are lillies behind your ear, What if when they die, you have a nightshade on your heart? 

Nattalie has been having roses and lillies appear on her body since she was eight, her family doesnt know why, no one else has this problem but her. Will she ever find her lover whom has matching wounds to her roses? 

Read to find out.

Warning: homophobia= blocked. This story contained Homosexual thoughts, and actions.
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Written On The Heart

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In a world where the name of your soulmate burns on your skin on the night of your 18th birthday, Minna wanted nothing but to feel the blinding pain everyone around her had described to be nothing short of something continuously stabbing your chest with a hot searing knife. It wasn't like she was craving the pain, no. She's no masochist. What she wanted was to know that somewhere, someone on Earth was destined to be with her. She wanted to look in the mirror and see a name engraved on her chest like it had always meant to be written there for everyone to see. Her 18th birthday came and go, but there wasn't the smallest hint of pain on her chest. No trace of even a single stroke of someone's name on her pale chest. There was nothing.