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A Winters Tale

The_Weird_Emo_Girl

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The_Weird_Emo_Girl

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bellathorne fanfiction fantasy friendship frost jack jackfrost katrinastuart kianlawley love lovestory magic magicalcreatures mystifying samgolbach supernatural teen teenfiction werewolf winter wintertale witch wolf wolves

I took one more step and the cracking became more frequent and then I felt nothing but icy cold water.
I don't scream, or struggle. I just accept what has happened. I close my eyes as my body goes numb from the freezing temperatures and it sinks deeper into the waters. I release my breath and wait for death to consume me, but it never does.

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I do not own any of the pictures used in this story! The story line and all of the characters are mine and come from my brain! I would also like to credit @LastOfTheWeirdos for helping me with this! Love you all

Also this rated mature because i'm not sure if I will include smut or not but there with be triggering events in this story. I have warned you so please enjoy!Alle Rechte vorbehalten

bellathorne fanfiction fantasy friendship frost jack jackfrost katrinastuart kianlawley love lovestory magic magicalcreatures mystifying samgolbach supernatural teen teenfiction werewolf winter wintertale witch wolf wolves

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