M-Marriage??!

M-Marriage??!

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Last published Wed, May 3, 2017

"You know what, how about you guy's go on a date. Maybe you would like to take a step forward after that. Wink Wink" said the Queen "W-W-W-W-WHAT!!!" yelled both Ayano and Ryu at the same time. --------------------------- Ayano Inosoi- Your normal teenager outside of school. While inside she is more of the quiet type. But like most love story's that fact will change. She lives alone, she lost her family to a murder. But she really didn't care they where gone. In her family only one lived, the one that traveled the world, her little brother.she has yet to hear of him. -16 -Eye color: one dark blue the other has a hint of purple -long black hair that covers one of her eye( the one with a hint of purple) -usually wears white shirt and black jeans Ryu Hiacche- definitely not normal. Ryu is the prince and so he is followed by girls every day. He is above the average in many things, looks, sports and has way more brain than any human would need. Has a mother(Queen) father(king) and a little sister(princess). -17 -light blue eyes in the night they look bloody red -black hair, deep black/black hole black -usually wear's black shorts and a light blue color shirt like his eyes

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