Giulia
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questa è la storia di Giulia una ragazza di 15 anni che per via del suo sovrappeso è sempre stata vittima di bullismo. Sara sin dalla tenera età ha vissuto in maneggio dove ha conosciuto due amici speciali che nessuno potrà mai portarle via, se non la sua morte
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I searched frantically as the girl I was following mixed with the crowd" shit" No, I can't loose her here, this is all silly, I don't know where I am, what's wrong with me oh God. Before I realized a burly man grabbed me and pointed a gun to my head. Well Chloe, guess my funeral arrangements should get started. "My my, what a sight" another man came close inspecting my face " What are you doing here girly?" The man said "Yeah all alone" the other said, coming closer, I tried resisting but he was too strong before he could take another step, gunshots were heard, the men falling as victims. Before I could thank my saviour I was grabbed Against "You should be glad I saved your life Andrew the other man was right, you shouldn't be here, I'm not going to ask you why you were following me, you're in danger here, your friend will find you soon" she said and left me " Wait!, Why did you save me?" "Curses can't be the cure, right sis?" She said and disappeared, what! Sis?, This is all confusing..... I'm, forced to train, hated for with pure jealousy. Let's find out how the curse becomes the cure (Editing)Complete![His Forced Wife ~ [ COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/164596349-256-k20852.jpg)
His Forced Wife ~ [ COMPLETED]
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I MARRIED A CUPID
Aila Seymour, my life and my death. Touching her gives me life but she stares at me with her eyes brimming with tears. Her look of innocence will be the reason of my perish. She holds the gun to my head, the arrow to my heart. "I shall continue being your wife." I gasp at her answer, not expecting her decision. Aila takes my hand and put it on top of her chest, "Take it. Take my heart. I do not care if you have lovers. I will turn a blind eye to all your mistress. I will endure the heartbreaks and the painful words. I will be with you." She held my gaze and whispered, "I love you, Caelon. I want to be with you, always." I pulled away and whispered in a small voice, "You will die." "I do not care." "You'll cease to exist. Like you have never existed in this life and the next." "It doesn't matter." "You will be nothing." Aila tugged at my hand and snuggled her head upon my chest, "As long as I am with you, Caelon Rouen, as long as I am with you." * We have faced death. We have been separated by fate.Love opposes our match. It is all in vain. I will die on her hands and she will mourn me. We are not supposed to meet but fate brings us together just to separate us, again. I am walking away from the path only to lead myself closer to it. And yet, there is a way to end the cycle. She has to hate me back as much as I hate her. She must stop loving me. This is the reason why I married a cupid so I can break her enough to make her despise me. Will her hate be enough for her heart to stop loving me?Complete
I searched frantically as the girl I was following mixed with the crowd" shit" No, I can't loose her here, this is all silly, I don't know where I am, what's wrong with me oh God. Before I realized a burly man grabbed me and pointed a gun to my head. Well Chloe, guess my funeral arrangements should get started. "My my, what a sight" another man came close inspecting my face " What are you doing here girly?" The man said "Yeah all alone" the other said, coming closer, I tried resisting but he was too strong before he could take another step, gunshots were heard, the men falling as victims. Before I could thank my saviour I was grabbed Against "You should be glad I saved your life Andrew the other man was right, you shouldn't be here, I'm not going to ask you why you were following me, you're in danger here, your friend will find you soon" she said and left me " Wait!, Why did you save me?" "Curses can't be the cure, right sis?" She said and disappeared, what! Sis?, This is all confusing..... I'm, forced to train, hated for with pure jealousy. Let's find out how the curse becomes the cure (Editing)
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