The Curse

The Curse

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Have you ever felt as if you didn't belong, that you were different from others? They day I was born I was an outcast, a bastard daughter of a king. Now that an ancient curse on my mother's family has been activated within me, I am forced to make a choice that will be the destruction of those I love, or it will be my own destruction. Take a journey with Selena, the bastard daughter of the King of Bulgaria in the 17th century. Experience love, pain, lust, torture, betrayal and much more as she stumbles to save herself and break the curse her family has silently endured until now.
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