Under lock and key (under editing)

Under lock and key (under editing)

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Fiction
Romance
Every girl is given a lock at birth Every boy is given a key at birth Soul mates have each other's match. A princess's father has searched for years for her prince. He's tried every key in the royal community. But none work. Until one day they find it, it hangs around the neck of a commoner. The father refuses to believe it. Note: the cover was drawn by @wisewolf003 Note: this story was written yet unfinished. but their are mistakes and flaws in the story line. I plan on editing them and republishing them along with new chapters hopefully in the coming weeks. Please bare with me if you are a returner or even a new comer. I'm glad to have you here with me. 😊
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****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

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