(On hold) Narcissus Loves Me
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- Partes 3
Meeting your soulmate is beautiful isn't it, well. . . not if he's arrogant, snotty, and doesn't even care about you.
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Narcissism is the egotistic admiration of one's own attributes. The term originated from Greek mythology, where the young Narcissus fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool of water.
This is the story about Evangeline, who met a charming young boy, Narcissus; his egos high but his heart soft. Before either of them knew, they were in love.
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Genre:- Romance, Greek Mythology, Historical fiction, Humour (from time to time)
Set in the Regency Era, in England, with a touch of Greek Mythology.
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