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HeartACHE series part three New Year- New Luck. Hopeful and well-rested, New York's ballet students from the renewed Academy NYABM head into their senior year of secondary training. Little do they know that not even last year's tragedies could have prepared them for the challenges their final year will hold- and not all will make it out alive. I recommend to read the previous parts HeartBEAT and HeartBREAK which can be found on my profile before reading this. Still, you don't have to, as there is a quick summary of the previous books in the beginning of this one. Despite reading the first parts isn't necessary, I still recommend it. [COMPLETED]
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Completed Story A meeting in Central Park, a kiss and a new life. "All around us it is silent, the snow falls in soft flakes and for a moment I feel as if the earth has stopped turning. I feel his hands on the fabric of my coat as they leave my arms and come to rest on my shoulders. His gaze turns upwards over our heads and I follow the path of his eyes with mine. Above us, a green-leaved mistletoe with white berries on a red bow is emblazoned. Surrounded by fir trees, lush green covered with the white splendour of this magical season, we stand under the symbol of an auspicious future. Cold flakes wet my heated face, melting immediately before they get the chance to caress my skin longer. An image solidifies in my mind, a kiss as soft and pure as the first snow of the year. And before I can think long about my actions and the consequences, I place my lips on those of the beautiful stranger in front of me and steal my first kiss with a man." Smut and boyslove. Don't like it. Don't read it. The characters belong to Cassandra Clare. The content of the story is mine. Copying is expressly prohibited. English is not my first language. Errors may have occurred in the translation. For every mistake you find, it colors a ride on the Rainbow Express.

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