War Of Hearts

War Of Hearts

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"This is it?," he asked my kidnapers completely ignoring my presence. "Yes your Highness," one of them was quick to answer. "Her beauty is nothing compared to the last one." Ouch! "With all do respect your highness," the female one was quick to answer, "but all we used to do was pick slutty, so called beautiful female earthlings for you and where are they now? Probably rotting as we speak. Remember Cathy? The hooker I kidnapped for you a century ago, yet like the rest of them, you took her life. It's time for something pure. Admit it or not, you need it Ty compared to the rest of us." "That's enough from you Christina. The two of you may leave. Now!" He came straight where I laid taking a wild guess, he probably new I had gained consciousness and that I had been eavesdropping on their conversation. He looked at me, his eyes darker than ebony, "And you are?" "None of your goddamn business that's who," I said sounding to bitter for my liking, "You think you can just kidnap me and think I'm okay with that, well guess what your highness, my friend's dad is a police officer and I swear they'll come find me once they know I'm missing." "Well good luck to your fellow officer because unless he knows what inter-realm travelling is and can do it, you are stuck with me unless I say otherwise. Now Strip!" "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After being kidnap by two mysterious beings at night, Mai finds herself in another dimension filled with crazy and weird beings with supernatural gifts one of them being the reason she's in this mess, Prince Tyrenious. She is forced to stay as his personal play thing. NOTE: Story will contain a lot of errors since English is not my best subject Enjoy ;-)
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