The Girl in the Green Dress
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  • Reads 1,292
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  • Parts 32
  • Time 1h 50m
Ongoing, First published Sep 10, 2019
Once upon a time, a boy meets a girl, and something sparks. A classic fairy tale is begun, only to screech to an abrupt halt when her alternate motives come to light and his entire world begins to crumble. 

Haven's view of the world is shaken when a magical night with the most fascinating person he had ever met is revealed to be an elaborate lie. Can he rebuild his life and gain back his honor after everything he thought he knew begins to crumble around him? Or will the girl in the green dress start a chain reaction that could result in both his destruction and the end of the kingdom he calls home?


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Into The Arms of Dusk

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November nights are especially stricken with melancholy, as if the ghosts of all winter past come rushing to haunt her heart. She was a captive of her love, her desire, and her dreams. There's always a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a sorrowness more infectious than the night. She had earned his trust. She had never strayed, betrayed, abandoned. She'd been stalwart, true, loving. To her, he was her everything. But to him, she was only a secret. He was a prince and she was merely his lover. • Dismount your high horse. come take claim of the girl you ruined. Come lay eyes upon the desolation you left in your wake. Do you not hear the devil at your shoulder sharpening his daggers? He sits heavy on your subconscious. Dauntingly smirking at me from afar. Enough of his wretched sins, speak to me with your eyes and perhaps somewhere, some day, at less miserable times, we may repent. In the arms of dusk.