In His Grasp
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He is perfect. Every single thing about him is always perfect. His emerald green eyes look so magical. His smile is so beautiful with that dimple on his right cheek. His voice every time he talks, sings, or just calls me the nickname he gave to me sounds heavenly. His red lips feel so soft against mine. I don't know what I've done, so I deserve this fae prince in front of me. Even this is just in my dreams or imaginations I always getting every night since a week after I moved into this old victorian styled house I bought a year ago.
He told me to call him "Cas" but he forbade me to tell him my name, even though they are just my alias names. He always calls me "my adorable duckling" or "my edelweiss".
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"My Isabel, my name is Caspian Magnus Vonstein the High King of Fae. Yes, Isabel, I am not a mere prince, but a fae King..." Suddenly the void engulfs me. "...and your king my Isabel."
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This is my first novel. Please forgive me if there are a lot of grammatical error, because english is not my first language.
Constructive criticism and a vote will be gladly accepted as my motivation to keep writing this story, and I'll block the hate coments.
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