Is This What Love Feels Like?
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Ongoing24m
Last published Sat, Apr 16, 2016
Deep stinging pain fills every morsel of your body. But yet it intrigues you, his perfectly styled hair, that effortless smirk and everything else under the sun. You want to stab him, but at the same time would love, just love, to make him yours. However, you have yet one question left, would he leave behind the girl with unmistakable powers?
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