Your Spell In Me
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Success comes with a lot of perks. The way people view you changes. I only found out when I succeded. Success is meaningful, only when you have someone to share it with. I lost the only family I had. I lost the desire to make a family too and I lost the desire to love. But after I met Lucas, everything is fully flipped. I faced all the consequences of me wanting to be with the man I love, a incubus.
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