Always fighting. Fanfic. Tales of Arcadia.
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 38m
  • Reads 251
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 6
  • Time 38m
Ongoing, First published Sep 17, 2021
Who said we can't use some magic to fix things up. What are you gonna do? So in this world guess what. What? They did not go back in time! Oh no these poor characters. Anyway this is gonna be from what happened after. My friend did one of this to but I'm doing my version. Check out WriterWerewolf. This is my also having the same Zoe and Douxie ship as my friend. But it is just gonna be a chill book if I come up with something it won't be chill. Idk figure out my pressing read. Come parts will have abusive, addictive, and adult themes to it so be warned. Also cussing. 

I do not own all characters. Some character I will make up.
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48 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.