MS 2 : Dark Montemayor

MS 2 : Dark Montemayor

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Dark as his name only lives by darkness everyday.Killing and bloody battles are all part of his meals.For decades he lived in a world battling for survival til he reached the top of the pyramid. Mary is a believer of God and decided to pursue a road of no return,being a nun.She wants to be wholy devoted to God and spread his teachings all over the world. But fate already has a plan for each of us and Mary and Dark cannot escape the red string tied to their hearts. Will the darkness find his salvation of light?or can the devil break them apart?. ____________________ Ms 2:
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Mazi thinks everything is fixable given the right tools and time, just not herself. She's irreversibly broken, incomplete, a lost cause. Living in the grey area of not quite dead but not really living, she's the perfect definition of a paradox. Gray is her contradiction. He sees life through more than the lens of black and white. Only living enough to make it through each day. Get up, fix cars, work a second job, sleep, rinse, repeat. Maybe what they need is a little spice in their lives; maybe what they need is a match lit under their asses. "I hate how I noticed the small details, like the slight dusting of freckles below his eyes and across his nose... His eyes. His eyes made me feel like they could see right through me. It was a combination of alarming and mesmerizing. There is no other way to describe him other than intense. My abysmal past with men should be enough to scare me off, to go to any cost to avoid him. It has done exceptionally well in spooking me off the footpath leading to disaster with men every single time, nearly. This time appears to be the exception. I hate that. He is the epitome of the fine line between hate and love. I take that back, I just love to hate him. The way he speaks to me only makes my anger flare. The way he looks at me makes my body temperature rise." Read more to follow their whirlwind romance, healing traumas, and the mending of hearts they didn't break. Update every week!

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