Made To Be Mine

Made To Be Mine

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"There's nobody quite as perfect as Elliot Anderson. Nobody." These words were basically crammed into the young scholars mind in the very first month of his scholarship. Lucien may have been popular in his school life, but this lovely of cult like following was manical! Everywhere he went, people compared him to Elliot. Lucien was a patient lad but he was about to flip out at this point. But then he saw him. "Long time no see, Lucifer." ____________________________________ "I don't care what you want, you're coming with me. Afterall, you were made to be mine."
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She was born under a blood moon. Her first cry split the veil between worlds and summoned something ancient-something velvet-wrapped and bone-bound. Lucien Ravewood heard her scream before she had a name. He's been watching ever since. He was her imaginary friend. Her monster in the closet. The shadow no one dared name. Now the circus has arrived. The tent breathes. The ropes creak. The velvet sighs. And Lucien is no longer imagined. He's real. He's waiting. And he's hers-not by choice, but by curse. Beneath the crimson stripes and bone-laced lace, the Nightshade Clan runs a mafia empire built on silence, ritual, and possession. The performers are enforcers. The audience is prey. And the Ghost Train doesn't move through space-it moves through memory. This is not a love story. It's a haunting. A slow-burn descent into obsession, fate, and surrender. No spice. No safety. Just velvet-draped madness and a mate bond older than breath. Lucien doesn't seduce. He stalks. He speaks in riddles. He watches from mirrors that shouldn't reflect him. And when he finally speaks, it's not to woo-it's to remind her: > "You summoned me with your first scream. > You've been mine ever since." Welcome to The Greatest Show. You're not watching. You're inside it. And it's already rewriting your soul.

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