Merchant Of Death
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'They call him the merchant of death but I call him the merchant of beauty and a girl's fantasy.dont blame me if I'm being sarcastic but have you seen this guy,he comes to me ,makes me ogle at his beautiful structure and surprised at his weird entrance' trust me I still don't know how he got into my room'. and then opens his mouth to speak,gosh his voice smooth,fresh and silky.his deep baritone voice vibrated through my skin leaving goosebumps and mouth wide opened.'stop,wait no that's not the reason my mouth was opened and I was not dripping.but he called himself "THE CARRIER,THE COLLECTOR OF SOULS,THE MERCHANT". So that left my mouth opened and going on he said he has come to take me...at this point I'm like take me?,take me!? ah thank God someone decided to treat me to a vacation I needed it but on the other hand I'm like wtf!!!!.
Young Amelia Browns, beautiful dark haired and fair skinned girl born with deformity of the eyes meaning her orbs are a shade of different colours' she's unique,and very different but is despised for her difference.her parents sees her as a child of deform but her grandmother sees her as a child of star and beauty.at school she had no friend, always being pushed away from everything and everyone...but one night changes everything and a scar imprinted on her skin by the side of her waist burns counting her days...on Earth join me in this romance mystery as we unravel secrets and brak the ice going on with her parents, grandparents and also herself....
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