Wanderess

Wanderess

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"She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon seeking peace." No truer lyrics have ever been sung... ********* White. White walls. White floors and ceilings. Pristine, crisp suits and long, pin straight hair. Everywhere Fayre looked, it was like a constant reminder of what her life was. This had been her reality for her entire life and it was slowly seeping into her bones and lulling her to sleep. She was bored. She wanted excitement. She didn't want what everyone was expecting her to have. She wanted colours. She wanted a life-changing explosion of yellows and greens and blacks and reds. Where Fayre craved more out of the life she lives, Adrian wants nothing more than to tone it down. His world was crazy and hectic, noise around every corner and driving him slowly insane. What happens when you throw the two together alongside a deadly mission to retrieve a sacred artefact lost for centuries and a risk of never returning home? One Angel craving more out of life and one Demon sought to dull the overload in his. Will they balance each other out or become a chaotically beautiful disaster? • • • My story is still unedited so please be kind and ignore any spelling or grammatical errors for now x There are so many plot holes and bits that might not match up, but I promise I will go back and end it once I finish my story
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(Completed.) She became an orphan at 10 years old. She lived her life giving it her all. The only person she trusted was herself. With that said, she wasn't to be trusted either. She needed to survive and would do anything to do so. She didn't need anyone but herself and that was how she lived for the past 16 years. Her name is Ivy, Ivory Jones. He was born with everything from good looks, money, and a family. He was the heir to his family's billion dollar company. They were one of the most powerful families in the world. He held the world with his hands. His friends were of the same circles and everyone knew who he and his family were, they were the Dumas. He was Killian Dumas. ************* "Let me go." Ivory looked into his eyes but trailed along down to his full lips. "I told you we weren't done." Killian saw as her eyes trailed down to his lips and looked back into his eyes. He inwardly smiled as he realized she wasn't all that robotic and felt the mutual attraction. "What does that mean?" Ivory said as his face leaned closer into her own and stopped when their noses touched. Nuzzling his nose into her's, Killian had to focus on his breathing trying to control himself. "It means exactly what I said it means." "What exactly is tha-" "-shut up, Ivy." Growling at her, Killian disrupted her sentence and pressed his lips against hers. High Rankings #7 lovestory #17 enemiestolovers #6 hate #1 fierce #4 enemieswithbenefits #2 true love Copyright © All right's reserved

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