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The Dangerous We Always Seek

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Pure blood: Intoduction❌

Lycans. Werewolves. Witches. Vampires. Humans.

Only one girl could changed the world between the relationships of these creatures.

From her troubled and mysterious past, she struggled for what future brings, and what today had brought. Little by little, she has known the world. With these swirling anger and pain she have ever felt, only darkness accompanies her journey to hell.

She has yet to meet a thousand people, she has to bear the sight of her unwanted mate, and she has yet to live her twisted life upside down. She struggles to find herself in all situations. In fact, she doesn't know who she really is from the beginning.

Would there be hope as she goes along? Would there be any slight chance on living a life that she always wanted, happy? What would love planned for them?

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