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My Savior (Twilight Fanfic Carlisle x reader)
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Complete, First published Apr 04, 2015
They say that all vampires are killers, that they have no mercy, I used to believe that. Not anymore, he saved me out of pure kindness. No pity, no mercy, only because he loved me. 

This is my first fanfic so sorry if any of the characters are OOC. I don't know how long it will be, I'll try to update often, if you like my story please check out the others that I have written/ am writing/ will write. Constructive criticism is appreciated and any feedback. Also any requests.
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