An Angel's Heartbreak
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Elora always thought she was destined to fade into the background, to never be loved, to never really make a difference in the world but instead to just simply exist. Being raised in different foster and care homes she grew up feeling that she wasn’t wanted or important to anyone, she learnt to live with the fact that she was never going to matter to anymore but herself.
She was so very far from the truth.
She was in fact important even more important then she could ever imagine!
She would make a difference to the world and not just the one she grew up in!
She does matter!
She was wanted and loved by many!
She was also an Angel, a unique and powerful Angel!
Her life will never be the same again.
And just when she was coming to terms with her new life the Gods decided to throw a few spanners in the works.
She most fight in a war she isn’t ready for or she will lose the one she loves most.... her other half!
Plus throw in a Guardian Angel and Fallen Angel who both want her and will do anything to have her!
But she must learn...
Life can get hard…And things can go wrong... Yet she must stand up and stay strong!
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