WOUNDED HEART

WOUNDED HEART

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"A delicate flower"🌼🌻that's what everyone calls her. She is pure, untouched by the cruelty of the world and as gentle as a petal swaying in the breeze. Innocence shines in her eyes, kindness lingers in her words and love flows effortlessly from her heart. She is as ethereal as an angel, untouched by the darkness that lurks in the shadows. And to him, she is his flower 🌻. "Darkness cannot drive out darkness only light can do that." And she is light itself radiant, warm, a beacon of hope in a world filled with despair. She is a fairy, delicate and full of magic spreading warmth wherever she goes. He on the other hand is a living nightmare cold, ruthless and feared by many. They are as different as day and night as opposite as fire and water. She is sweet with laughter like a melody, soft and soothing. He is wild, a storm that rages without mercy, destructive and untamed. She heals He wounds. She loves He destroys. Despite the chaos he carries within him she sees something no one else does. In the darkness of his soul she finds a flicker of light ....a piece of him untouched by the storm. And maybe just maybe her light is strong enough to bring him back from the abyss.
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"You're a devil," she whispered, her voice raw and filled with a mix of anger and desire. Dimitrio chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, reverberating through her like a bass note in a symphony of seduction. "And aren't you this devil's heaven?," he breathed against her skin, his mouth moving to her neck, his teeth scraping lightly against her flesh. She shivered, her body responding to him. "Monster," she swore at him again, the word a whisper that held no real heat. Her voice was a tremble, a soft protest that was lost in the sea of passion that surrounded them. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Call me whatever you want, as long as you come screaming my name." His voice was a dark promise, the arrogance in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat through her. *************** Under moon's dark veil, Princess shivers, devil grins. He takes her to wail, Hell turns heaven as night spins. The devil's heart became her throne *************** 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 of 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 When Greek mafia don Dimitrios Valentzas plans on stealing one of the mysterious Emerald in the world, he doesn't expect to take an additional souvenir - Royal Princess Nakshathra Varma. In the course of events he unleashes a deadly game of power, loyalty, and desire. Like Hades claiming Persephone, Dimitrios is drawn to Nakshathra's spirit and light, but will their forbidden love be the key to their salvation or destruction?

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