A Demon Warrior's Love.
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Contenu pour adultesTerminé ven., juin 5, 201521m
Rowan closed her eyes as her demon love, Kian, hugged her from behind. Gently pulling her face around to kiss her forehead as she sighed holding his arm and hand that encircled her waist. Each thinking back to how they first met, how each was supposed to eliminate the other before being made to work together.
It was the 21st century yet evil prevailed hidden behind veils of invisibility. A unique set of warriors were recruited for their paranormal skills and lack of fear when faced with evil in any form. Rowan was one such trained warrior for the good, trained to destroy with her paranormal gifts.
Each remembering how they first met and wondering how their love could survive.
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