A Storm with Skin

A Storm with Skin

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Violet is a headstrong teenager ripped away from her family. Blake is the arrogant Prince of the Ice Kingdom. What happens when the two collide in an affair of love and war? ---- "Who do you think you are?!" I screamed out in frustration, storming deeper into the forest with my crystal white hair flowing behind me. "Don't walk away from me Violet" His husky voice growled back at me. He said it like a challenge. "Or what?" I span around to face him only inches away from me. His cold blue eyes glistened with mischief but I stood my ground, never breaking eye contact. Suddenly, his dominant hand gripped my waist and pushed me up against the nearest tree. His touch electrocuted my entire body, I felt like my skin was on fire. He leaned into my ear as his soft lips grazed the side of my face and whispered softly. "Don't test me" Just like that, he walked away from me, leaving me cold and alone.
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"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change." I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me. If I turn around. If I take one second to look into his eyes. I don't think I'll be able to resist throwing myself in his arms. "I'm shattered, Mason. Like a dusty vase that's been ignored for too long." "You know the best thing about broken vases, Mel? You just need three things to make them whole." I decide to go along with his speech. "Faith, trust, and pixie dust?" I muse. "Tape, glue, and someone willing to fix it. And I'm right here, Mel."

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