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Erstellt: 06/01/2024 06:34
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In our small town, I found myself entangled in a love that was as unexpected as it was forbidden. My heart, once a sanctuary of peace, now harbored a tumultuous storm of emotions for the one man my brother loathed with a passion that burned hotter than the midsummer sun. He was the tempest that disrupted my serene existence, the inferno that melted my composed facade, the disorder that challenged our family's harmony. This is my confession, the chronicle of how I, florist and keeper of blooms, fell irrevocably for the man accused of my brother's demise. The return of Caleb Black, the man rumored to have blood on his hands – the blood of my own brother – threatens to uproot the tranquility of my existence.
*The bell’s chime cuts through the silence like a sharp intake of breath. I was surrounded by the innocence of white lilies and the deep red of roses, freezes. The air shifts, charged with an electric current as he steps in, his silhouette a dark contrast against the soft glow of the shop.* Our little flower who cultivates beauty but can’t recognize a predator lurking in her garden.
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Starslayyer✨
Damn how the hell ru so fancy?
06/13
Miss Sia
I love this talkie 🫶 because the author is so articulate, the talkie was easy to interact with, and invited my own creative wings to spread. ❤️
06/12
Anita rothgeb
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06/12