The Witching Hour

The Witching Hour

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WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd woe, feb. 15, 2023
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Eva always knew she was different, she just didn't expect how different she actually was. Life has a crazy way of leading you to what you never knew you needed. Alex had always known he was meant for more, more intense love, more responsibility, just more zest in his life. He didn't think that his life would have so much heartbreak and new found trust in such a short amount of time. Henry was always a caring man, from adopting children when they were losing interest from adoptive parents. He always wanted to shower as many kids as possible in all the love he could. When he gets word of Eva's file, he must learn more. After discussing with the headmistress of the orphanage, they meet with Eva to give her the best news she's ever heard. Follow Eva, Alex, and Henry among others on this crazy journey of life, love, mistrust and heartbreak.
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"She loved like she died. Deeply, and in the end, chaotic. I guess you didn't realize how much she had shook your world until she was dead. Until her blood painted the ground and her heart ceased to beat. She cried every night, you know. She would collapse to the floor and let her tears flow. She wasn't afraid. Not until you beat her down with every harsh word, every little blow. Isn't it a shame? That the only people that can cause us such irreversible pain are the ones we love with every fiber of our being? It's poetic, maybe. That she would have burned the world for you if you asked, and instead you burned her. Love is not something you can push away, alpha. It's the end, and the beginning. It is the creator and the destroyer. Who taught you to hate like you love? Why are your indiscretions not spat on like hers? A shame, really, that you hadn't met sooner. Maybe you wouldn't have fallen so far, and dragged her down with you. But she is far gone, and this time, I'm afraid there is no pulling her back." Highest #21 in Werewolf Cover by liamsanchor9

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