The Incarnate (a good omens CrowleyxReader)
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Last published Fri, May 31, 2024
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This is not my story,the credits go to "SupernovaTheCat" on Quotev.
The story is very beautiful so I decided to post it here on wattpad, also it's not over but if you like I can try to continue it <3
Y/N will be depicted as female and Crowley will be depicted as male. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this causes.
Have you ever seen the yin yang? The two swirls intertwining, yet never blending? Somehow, it's so tranquilizing, so beautiful.
Polar opposites working together to create harmony and beauty. There is no grey line, there is no mixture, there just is.
Yin cannot be without yang, and yang cannot be without yin.
Whether a universe... or a person.
Enter Y/N L/N. She's troubled by a haunted past, old ghosts dragging her back. Striving to outrun memories, she moves to London with a scholarship to Queen Mary University. Rapidlyrunning out of luck, she stumbles upon an old bookshop, the only peaceful place in the entire city. You already know who owns it... Don't you?
Sacrifice and loss, disappointment and regret. Growth and rebirth, kindness and love. It all balances out. Something lost, something gained. Will Y/N and her two slightly suspicious new friends make it out unscathed? Doubtful. But what's a story without pain?
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