Give Me Something New

Give Me Something New

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WpMetadataReadTerminé mar., juil. 28, 20152 h 27 min
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Fiction
Historique
Once upon a time, Merkaileves Versace had an interesting ancestor. In the year of 1707, Seth Versace's life collides with Silk, Louis, Lucas and Twig, the bunch of nonsense immortals. Seth Versace knows all these people who aren't people. They go to balls and dancing parties and card games, and yet they are not people. There is something different about them; not wrong, just... Not the same. Odd, twisted, strange. He wants to find out what it is about them that make them so... Passionate, and detached, at the same time. This is going to be interesting.
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He was born royalty a tri-breed prince, the first of his kind. She was just a human girl with fire in her heart and no idea the supernatural world even existed. But the moment he found her, the bond snapped into place; wild, forbidden, and far too early. She couldn't remember. He could never forget. He watched from the shadows, hungered in silence, torn between the duty of a king and the pull of a mate the universe marked for him. She grew up not knowing he'd already chosen her. But the heat between them only smoldered, scorching beneath every stolen glance, every gift left without a name, every moment she didn't understand and every one he couldn't stop himself from creating. Because some bonds don't wait. And love like theirs? It burns before it blooms.

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