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My soul felt a heart ache as the drum start to beat louder bringing me back to the reality. A hand on my chin forcing me to swallow down the drink placed on my lips along with my wounded pride. As my neck angels upward and my gaze instantly fell on the head hanging on the ceiling. it is my father's. Shame and regret engulfs me. Without releasing , I grabbed the dagger and attack the person who is cause of my pain. i am at his throat like a vicious animal who is hungry for blood. Pain shoot through my neck by the force i am grabbed and and force to look at his eyes. i should not have done that . His next word was their to confirm my fear " you will regret it ".
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Original and un-edited version of my first book "The Kings Luna" In all it's grammar errors and cheesy snd boring storyline . !!Disclaimer!! This book is for entertainment purposes only and may not be copied and used by anyone or any application. The large door closed and he turned to face me. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. He was incredibly built. Chest muscles bulging and his biceps balls of strength. His long legs were swelling with muscle. He looked like a perfect Greek statue. No, he was a perfect Greek god. He turned to me and growled. "Mate," the word left our lips in unison without even the slightest amount of effort. His eyes returned to normal color as he studied my face. Noticing my slight fear he spoke, "I'm sorry, my love," reaching over and grabbing my hand and placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "Tu sei la donna più Bella che abbia mai messo gli occhi su," he spoke in an unfamiliar, yet beautiful language. He kissed my hand and caressed my face. "What does that mean?" He chuckled loudly filling the room with his sexy raspy voice. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," he answered. "What is your name my love?" "Bianca North," I spoke proudly. "Not for long," he smirked.

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