BLOOD 2: Wild Wise Belladonna

BLOOD 2: Wild Wise Belladonna

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Since her freedom was at stake, Andra had always been an achiever. However, she felt her dream life drifting away from her when she was told to study in the Philippines for her very uptight fiance . Upon seeing as his fiance doesn't see her as a wife prospect but a responsibility to carry, she set a goal to go the hard way for the sake of her free and easy future. But what if along the way of changing him, came the change in her heartbeat instead? Will she be able to stick to her goals or will she love him for who he is in the name of love? The questions remained unanswered until the wild wise Belladonna finds a way to settle a life with her man.
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"It's like . . . you know how at the end of summer camp or college everyone packs all their stuff up and drives off before you so they can go home and reunite with family, and the whole camp is empty and you're standing in the middle of your vacant dorm because your ride isn't here yet?" ". . . Yeah?" "It's like that. Immortality is being left behind at camp alone, and you don't know why." She couldn't remember her name. Didn't really matter, plenty of substitutes available. They almost numbered the amount of years she'd been in this world. Luckily for her, there was one reason she was still here, and as soon as she figured out what the hell it was she could fix it and move on. He remembered her. And what she looked like, how she took her coffee, everything. He couldn't get her out of his head. She was his muse, a glimpse into the impossible where he may finally have something to write about. But what happens when inspiration turns into love, especially with someone who is unable to reciprocate it? Does tragedy or intimacy await them? What is destiny, really?

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