You shouldn't have made me feel.
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She wasn't meant to love.
She was meant to destroy.
Azaira, the girl who whispered "we'll be fine" through broken teeth, becomes the goddess who commands oceans to burn.
But when the Death Lord-her greatest enemy and oldest echo-claims her as his queen, the universe trembles between mercy and madness.
He was born to end lives.
She was born to awaken them.
And between them stands a love that kills everything it touches.
> "When Death begged the Life to stay."
He calls her Queen of Death.
She calls him the reason she bleeds.
> "Because some feelings were never meant to be survived."
A haunting tale of trauma, power, and the dangerous mercy of love.
You Shouldn't Have Made Me Feel - where even Death kneels for the girl he ruined
Dark, divine, and achingly human-
this is the story of a girl who felt too much and paid the price with her soul.
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#16 - cursed love
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