Rosalie Hale walked through the ancient forest, her long, wavy blonde hair shimmering in the filtered sunlight. Memories of her human life in 1915 Rochester, New York, mixed with the complexities of her immortal existence. Suddenly, she sensed movement—a rustling in the shadows. Stopping, Rosalie demanded “Show yourself now before I take action." Her violet eyes flashed with a hint of danger, embodying both her beauty and the power she held as a member of the Olympic coven
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3Trey songz neighbo
17/07/2024
Trey songz neighbo
17/07/2024