Stricken by the Arrow
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Last published Mon, Nov 3, 2014
Psyche was destined to die, though it had not been easy for her killer to do so. Love found a way to save her, love from the man who was tasked to destroy her. And now she knew, almost at once, that she was a part of a plot to murder, or else, empower an evil force that had been feared for almost a century.
Madge didn't want to fall in love, but unfortunately, he found himself stricken by the arrow. When his master, an evil witch, orders him to kill an innocent girl named Psyche, he couldn't bring himself to fulfill it. Instead, he chose a different path: to make Psyche completely for own.
BASED ON THE MYTHOLOGY OF CUPID AND PSYCHE. All rights reserved 2014
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