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And he was really torn of believing her that she changed for the better or this just one of her schemes. The Claire now was exactly the Claire that she dreamt about many years ago. He smiled sadly at that thought. He stood up and opened the glass shelves into the part of the special book section. He grabbed that special book entitled: “The CEO’s Little Enchantress”, he opened the book in the middle and took out a photo of a young lady in her 20’s wearing eyeglasses and so focused typing on her laptop. Then he checked another photo of her holding the book and reading it.

"What were your perception about me, Mr Phoenix?" "The first night?" He laughed. "Hazy thoughts of steamy scenes..." "That's from the second day!" She pointed while laughing along with him. "The first night." He thought for a while before he spoke, "I was entirely enchanted. I still am." He gave a sheepish, almost shy smile before continuing. "You know what your aura holds, Lorraine, so I wouldn't describe it. Just know you were born to do what you're doing. It shows how much it runs through you."

He asked her, "Your complexion is not very good. What movie did Chloe look for you to watch?" Ellena habitually pulled back a little and said, "It's a fantasy movie." "Is the plot very tragic?" "No." “Then why is your face so ugly?" Edward said and reached out to touch her face. Ellena subconsciously pulled her head to the side. Edward's hand fell empty and stiffly reached into the air. There was no embarrassed expression on his face, but it made people feel an oppressive pressure coming at them. This made Ellena very uncomfortable. These few days, her tensed nerves were completely broken at this moment.

Sometimes she behaved crazy and said things without explanation. “I’m in a good mood, Oppenheimer, and for that I'll tell you what I am.” She said having a relaxed look now. Was she really going to do it, or maybe it’s a trap to get me to say something. I decided to stay quiet and just watch. “I am not a werewolf Elsa, neither am I a monster. I'm something greater, something divine and untamed, I am a god.”

the other individual in the room speaks, Elena Martin. Elena is a young beautiful lady in her 20s, she has long and wavy black hair, dark blue eyes like the deep blue sea and a silver necklace around her neck. Her lips are pink and full and her eyes carry the curiosity of a child. “Like the real Dracula,” she says, “Yes” Philip answers, “Looks like aunt Mary was a badass,” Elena says.

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“Maybe her nauseating scent could rival the scents of the forest and magically tear it down.” Lucianne butted in, “Your Grace, we’re talking about a forest that can produce and replicate ALL scents. And I highly doubt Kelissa’s odor would scare anything.” Her sights shifted to Xandar when she uttered, “Darling, your history mind knows that screaming at an enchanted forest is NOT a solution!” “I’m not sure, babe. It’s enchanted. Anything can happen, don’t you think? If the books are right about the trees being, in a way, more alive than normal trees, then they would experience some form of emotions: anger, annoyance.”

2-107 We did mention my great grandmother’s twin sister’s ties to the earth and the forest so that is where Elena started. She is everything I thought a witch would look like. She is a fiery red-head with emerald eyes. Her hair is so deep burnt orange it looks like it’s on fire in the sunlight. She has different braids flowing through her medium length locks. Some with beads or feathers attached, some just braids tied off with thin leather straps. She is taller than me, like pretty much everyone, but only by a couple inches, but her personality precedes her into a room, like an Alpha or Beta of a pack. She is very calm, but I feel like it’s a calm she works hard to maintain and if someo

The sky above Flora Island was so black. Dark clouds rolled in to cover the sun. The sea wind blew so hard that it made waves and big storms on the sea surface. The Elf Queen’s straight purple and green hair with wavy ends fluttered in the wind. The pair of emerald green eyes belonging to the Elf Queen, Lena Omanelis, looked up at the sky anxiously. She bit her blood-red lips nervously. She rubbed her skin which was as pale as snow which had been feeling goosebumps ever since.

Let me tell you everything inside, my neck is still numb," he said in a serious tone. ***** "How can I tell her the truth? I'm afraid she might faint again." Ibrahil wanted to spill it out only that he doesn't know how she will react. The truth will turn her world upside down, but then again she deserves to know. She brought Andrea into his world, the world of Encantados. They are different from humans because they possess magical powers. They live in a realm invisible to them. They can pretend as humans to find a mate and lure them or enchant them so they can live with them. They can only love once. Whoever owns their heart will own them forever.