Damion
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it's a short story about a prince and a girl I'm sure its not anything new but this is what was on my mind,since a long time so here it goes if I get likes I'll continue writing ahead thank you, lots of love. hope you guys like it and if you don't my apologies oh and if my story by any chance has any similarity with a book or anything written here or anywhere else it's a mere coincidence, I hope that it doesn't happen. All the characters name and places (except Chamonix its a real place in France )in this story are my imagination and they mean nothing to anyone in real life if they have any resemblance in names or anything else with any person alive or dead its a coincidence and not a thing done on purpose. Have edited chap #1 Sorry for the typos and bad writing i was 15 when i wrote this 😂😂
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Anneliese

Anneliese is an empathetic, goofy, outgoing young woman who has struggled finding a place to discover herself. Often looking for new ways to meet friends, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to chat someone up. Even a stranger at the diner she works at to pass time and support herself. A dedicated man takes to the nativity of Anneliese. He's direct and prefers to keep to himself. Even an isolated man by choice can't withstand Anneliese's pull. Gravitating towards her, he manages to bring her a sense of comfort to the new beginnings in life. Not all beginnings are as true as they let off. ~ ❀ ~ I can't help but stare at her. Her face, lips, and smile, and her nose. Even her long, curled lashes. "Let's do a butterfly kiss!" She exclaims, pulling my face close suddenly. Kiss? My heart hammers in my chest, my breath hitching. Her small hands hold my face close to hers. It's not very forceful, I could pull away if I wanted to, but I let her have control. Her hands are warm and soft against my jaw. Getting closer, her eyes lashes flutter and I find myself holding my breath. She brushes her lashes to mine, her breath fanning against my lips. Subconsciously, I lean forward, wanting my lips to be on hers. June flutter her lashes, grazing her lashes to mine. Out of nowhere she bursts out in a fit of laughter. I flinch back. Butterfly kiss. That was not a fucking kiss. ~ ❀ ~ #1 cliche 2025 #1 sweatheart 2025 #1 opposites 2026 *Warning* Mature themes will be covered (language, actions, etc).

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