Mr. Dream Knight Mare (On Hold)

Mr. Dream Knight Mare (On Hold)

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After mourning for her boyfriend's death, Katelyn Wilson was driving insane from her lost. From the eighteenth years of her existence everyone acknowledged Ken, her soul mate, her groom to be. In all desperate ways she wanted to call him back but her hopes were at no phase, not until she found the dream oracles site online. SOUL MATE DREAM SPELL Katelyn turned out the lights and placed the candle at the middle of the pentagram, she sat cross legged in front of the altar, and say: “Let me dream a bright dream with my soul mate send him to me now. I wish to see him this night. So mote it be!” Forever silence engaged her room then a crackling sound broke it. "CALLING FOR ME, DEAR?" a husky eerie voice suddenly spoke that made her jumped in surprise. "MOMMY!!!" she shrieked. She froze a several seconds with opened wide eyes. Her sweat slowly dripped on the side of her forehead signifying her fears and shocked. She blinked many times as possibly she could to clear what she was seeing but the mysterious man uttered to speak again. "BLAKE THEODORE OREINOS HERE... Your Worst Dream Knight Mare! Want to sleep?" XXXXX No more fairy tales on days and nights until You open your Eyes! XXXXX ON HOLD STORY.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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