The Morning Star.

The Morning Star.

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This is a City Of Glass, The Mortal Instruments (by Cassandra Clare) fanfiction. It revolves around the characters Valentine Morgenstern and his wife, Jocelyn Fairchild. (Warning; I am a Valentine Morgenstern stan and no kind of hate towards him will be tolerated. You will be blocked, and my mom will complain to your mom about your rude, rude behavior towards the love of my life.) Thanks. I understand that the characters will be portrayed differently as they do in the books; the only reason being, well if they were exactly like they were in the books, it wouldn't be a fan fiction, would it? I'm making them as I want them to be. Sorry if you like it/ don't agree with it.
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{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction} "You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desperately want to see him clearly for the last time. "Clary, what are you talking about?" He inches towards me, his voice cracking and hand outstretched but I recoil from him. I've done enough damage. "You are extraordinary, you're my extraordinary." He pleads with me, only making this harder. "I'm not and by god I wish I was but I'm not. I have to let you go so you have a real shot at finding it because you deserve it and she, whoever she is, she deserves it too." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• You know what they say, sometimes when you love something you have to let it go. Clary learns that the hard way. Love cannot be bought, especially in a little pink vial labelled 'Liquid Love'. Or can it?

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