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I Concede.

LECTURAS 89
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LECTURAS 89
Votos 13
Partes 10
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adventure assassin cheesyromance comedy drama fantasy femaleprotagonist fiction fun funny general happyending historical humour love notserious romance royals shortstory

Sandrine, a contract assassin, was hired to kill the crown prince. A hard task, but for the renowned killer, it was nothing. Just another human life with a crown on it right? and a few knights, and a secured castle. Wait, wait, wait, there's this clear obstacle that wouldn't bulge! Don't touch me~

WARNING: contains vulgar language and some swearing.



BTW: my other book "miscellaneous art and stuff" contains some artwork of the characters from this story! Feel free to check it out as well.Todos los derechos reservados

adventure assassin cheesyromance comedy drama fantasy femaleprotagonist fiction fun funny general happyending historical humour love notserious romance royals shortstory

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