Death's Clandestine(ON HOLD)

Death's Clandestine(ON HOLD)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 24, 2013
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Romance
He's hot. He's fierce. He's feared. He's Death himself. What if someone lower than him be not afraid of him? If that person is the one he thought he could never have? Join Death as he struggles to fight for what he truly feels. And fight for the one he didn't expect to influence him so much and showed him the beauty he never sees... ***THIS STORY IS ON HOLD BECAUSE I LOST ALL MY FILES AND I NEED TO EDIT THIS MORE. I JUST REALIZED HOW HORRID MY WRITING IS***
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