friend, foe or monster. ....

friend, foe or monster. ....

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., janv. 5, 2014
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The day i was released from hell was the day the true horror began. Lucy was innocent. she was framed for a horrific crime and branded criminally insane this story tells you about the hell that we all live in and how it killed a girl. Sam was guilty. she got away with it and blamed it on somebody else. this story tells you the other perspective often forgotten. The story that we are about to tell shows you how society favours one type of person and how it can create a monster. you will soon realise that once you have pushed past your limit s in fear and pain a paridise full of hope is near. A/N: this book was written with the help of my close friends sara the unicorn
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Book 4 of The Awakening Series The Malicious Vampire King. My Paramour. Marcellus Throne, the now infamous Malicious Vampire King, has been promised to me since the day he took his first breath. Even before then, our fates were written in the marrow of creation. My first vision, the one that burned itself into my memory before I even understood what I was, was of him. It has always been him. His face. His power. His darkness. Until the night he slept with my sister. That single act shattered every prophecy, every divine whisper, every foolish belief I had in fate. The bond that was supposed to unite empires instead became a curse waiting to be cast. And now, centuries later, the bastard decides to host a mockery of love, a televised "quest for his beloved" as if our story were nothing but royal entertainment. So I came to his kingdom, ready to remind him that destiny is not a joke, and neither am I. Ready to curse him for every ounce of arrogance that dripped from his name. Only for him to turn around, before the entire world, and declare that I am his fated beloved and he's right! He's fatally fucked! Ha.

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