Andriana

Andriana

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"It all started two weeks ago when I hit my head and passed out and when I woke up, I became a complete different person with a dangerous past that is slowly coming known to me after a thousand of years, a past I can't escape non run away from. My name is Guinevere and this is my story" ___________________________________ Guinevere didn't have the perfect family, her parents were always away on business trips and her sister was married and she was left all alone in the house with only servants and her best friend but things started to change when she woke up after fainting and she started having memories of herself in another world. "You had a pasted life Guinevere" Even if she had a past life, why was it so important that she was having those memories. We'll find out in The Frozen Throne, what is in-store for our dear Guinevere.
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"i mean it, scarlett." he murmurs. "if anyone lays a fucking hand on you again." he doesn't finish his sentence. he doesn't have to. the promise in his voice is enough. i should say something, i don't know maybe push him away, all this tension has been alot, but instead i just stand there looking at him. the way his dark eyes linger on mine, the way his fingers rest so lightly against my skin, like he's trying to memorize the feel of me. it's a dangerous game we're playing, axel and i. and i think we both know we're about to lose. - I kiss her like I need her to feel it, to understand that no matter how fucked up we are, we belong to each other. Always. Because she's worth it. She's worth every bit of this chaos. Worth people thinking I'm weak because I didn't punish her the way they expected. Worth the looks, the whispers, the judgment. She pointed a gun at me. She betrayed me. And I didn't do a damn thing about it. And if she asked me to get on my knees for her right now, I fucking would.

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