After Thought (DISCONTINUED)
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" You don't remember. Do you?" The sadness in his voice was evidant. His looks where striking. Chestnut brown hair, with two spiked horn jutting out of his brow. His eyes where whiter than snow with his black puples standing out most. The circles around his eyes where darker than pitch, and his striking jaw line was enough to bring any girl to her knees. Except me.
I stared into the desperate and longing voids that where his eyes, and decided to risk speaking, "Who am I?"
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what would you do if you lost your memory and woke up chained to the floor of a cell?
this is her story and it's a strange one.
Science-fantasy
romance
action
no smut just fluff
**warning**
blood and gore!!
if it's a trigger read at your own risk!! I'm always open to listening!!
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Previously known as My Thunderstorm ♡♡♡ "How dare you look at the flowers and call them beautiful? How dare you admire the beauty around you while disregarding the magnificence that flows through your veins. Believe me when I say that you are royalty, thunderstorms are afraid of your power. So before you look in the mirror and think that you are anything less than artistry hear me. When your eyes meet your insecurities please let these words echo through. How dare You?" He says while looking into my eyes. ♡♡♡ This story isn't all cupcakes and rainbows. This is a dark romance with violence and abuse in it. If you don't have anything nice to say about my work then keep your mouth shut. ♡♡♡ Started: 19 February 2023 Finished:
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