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Ich werde zum ersten Mal eine Geschichte auf Englisch schreiben, also kann es sein das ein paar Fehler drin sind.😅
I sat outside on my patio reading the last lines of my book to make sure there were no mistakes.
Taking my time with that, I didn't notice steps coming up behind me. Out of nowhere I felt a big Hand on my shoulder, it's sharp claws pressing lightly.
I wasn't afraid because I knew Dimitri would come sooner or later.
" Darling, it's getting cold and you need sleep. Come with me to bed."
How could I say no to that.
" A minute my Love. I am nearly finished."
Him just smiling and dropping his cloak over my shoulders. I leaned my Head against his chest, while he sat down next to me giving me a Kiss on my hairline.
Harmonia Delcores an very lonely mortal, was used to wander alone in the world of the 1700s. And never expected an transilvanian Duke to not make her feel so lonely anymore. But what she didn't expected the most, that the reason for her family's death was...?
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