My Angel 3

My Angel 3

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Prologue Ayla I had him...and then I lost him. I lost everything. My wings were ready to fly, but the Devil clipped them, feather by feather, until I had nothing left. Then my savior came, waging a bloodbath to find me. He loves me. He wants his Angel to be free. But how could I fly again when my wings were broken? *** Alessio I had her..and then I lost her. I lost my Angel, the reason for every breath I took. If he thought he could break her and just disappear, he was wrong. I was going to find him and break him, like he broke her. This war wasn't over. I made a vow to my Angel. I promised to let her fly....I promised to save her soul. And my vows are never broken. This was a battle for my Angel.
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Embrace the shadows and surrender to love's flame. Let's Dive into the world of Mafia with "ALESSIO and STELLA" Someone held my hand, I was pulled forward, and rolled, then again pulled forward. My hands rested on a hard chest and my eyes met a pair of blue eyes. They stared at me with indecipherable expressions. I couldn't see his whole face, as it was a masquerade and he was wearing a mask that covered a huge portion of his face. Also, lights were dim, and we were standing in shadows. Then suddenly, his hands slipped off my waist, and he was gone like a gush of the wind. I kept staring at his retreating figure, when again, he turned his head looking at me with those cold eyes. I tried my best but couldn't see his face as light just fell on his shining eyes, illuminating them even more.

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