My Newly Discovered Twin

My Newly Discovered Twin

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After 14 years, Harry and Harley (twins!) are reunited. The more and longer they are together, the more strength and ability they gain. The realize that everyone around them aren't who they seem to be, their all... fairy- tails. And if their fairy tails.... then what are we? And they soon find out that they are the prince and princesses of Narnabithya (A world full of mythical creatures). Family, friendship, and deep into the story, love :) Will Harley and Harry be able to stay together? Is Margret really a mythical creature? Is Keven really my mate? Or is it Cody? Click hear and find out now! http://www.wattpad.com/938990-my-newly-discovered-twin
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Lara, in this magical and enchanting world, nothing is a lie! So believe in fairy tales. This was the phrase my mother whispered to me every night with her gentle voice. When she read the story of "Jack and the Beanstalk," I would always curiously ask: • But why don't I have a magic bean that can take me wherever I want? She would smile kindly and keep hope alive in my heart. We all believed in magic and wizards as children, fairy tales, and Little Red Riding Hood! I wished I would never know the bitter taste of reality. But years after her death, I faced the harsh reality of the world; a reality I had always tried to escape. After my mother's death, her voice remained with me, inviting me to the bright world of hope; unlike many who grew up and no longer believed in any childish dreams. But I remained faithful to stories and the land of fairies, believing that destiny awaits us all! We are born into different tales and live with love. However, the bitterness of the world ensnared me in its grip. Just when I was only nine years old, I became acquainted with the bitter reality of life; when the snowy night arrived! I had never seen snow so terrifying and ugly. Because my mother was in bed, coughing up blood and taking her last breaths. A tiny bit of white snow had fallen from my woolen boots onto the ground, and when her hand hung limp, droplets of blood dripped from her fingers onto the snow, turning it red.

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