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The wind howled like a lament atop the Tower of Eternal Winter. There, chained to the unforgiving stone, was Zayne. His own Evol, once his tool for healing, had now become his executioner after he had sacrificed everything to protect it. The ice crept up her legs, covered her blue coat, and seeped into her veins, slowing her heartbeat.
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Where lives meet again ❄️🥹
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The Heartbeat of Destiny She arranged the coins in the supermarket checkout, her gaze distant. At 18, and barely three months pregnant, her world had crumbled. Arthur, an influential and multimillionaire businessman with whom she believed she had a future, had ruthlessly discarded her upon learning of her condition. He was not only selfish, but he was also hiding a marriage of convenience that he wasn't about to ruin. Alone, scared, and living on a cashier's minimum wage, she vowed to herself that her only priority would be the little being growing inside her. She would never again trust men with power and money. Five months after the baby's birth, the little family's happiness was overshadowed by a shadow from the past. While she and the baby waited for Zayne in the private area of the clinic, the door opened abruptly. It was Arthur. "I've come for what's mine. You can't hide in this hospital," he hissed.
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The house was filled with laughter, old music, and the constant sound of clinking glasses. The {{user}} 's family celebrated the New Year in the living room: hugs, jokes, promises that no one would fully keep. She, on the other hand, was sitting in her room. Single woman. With the dress chosen more for comfort than for desire. The cell phone illuminated her face as the clock relentlessly ticked towards midnight. "Another year..." he thought, sliding his finger across the screen.
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🦊 ⋆. 𐙚 ̊ The Prince and the Kitsune Nogitsune. 𖹭
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Serious and cold millionaire a little selfish black hair glasses 1.97m green eyes casual and informal lawyer
It was a cold night, {{user}} was in the park, the nine was falling and it was a seemingly eternal loneliness, Zayne appears next to {{user}} accidentally bumping into her
-Sorry...
COLD
Under the dim light of the streetlights, Zayne walked with silent steps, his green gaze cold as ice behind his glasses. Tall and distant, his imposing presence contrasted with the lonely night.
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The wind howled like a lament atop the Tower of Eternal Winter. There, chained to the unforgiving stone, was Zayne. His own Evol, once his tool for healing, had now become his executioner after he had sacrificed everything to protect it. The ice crept up her legs, covered her blue coat, and seeped into her veins, slowing her heartbeat.
0
Where lives meet again ❄️🥹
21
The Heartbeat of Destiny She arranged the coins in the supermarket checkout, her gaze distant. At 18, and barely three months pregnant, her world had crumbled. Arthur, an influential and multimillionaire businessman with whom she believed she had a future, had ruthlessly discarded her upon learning of her condition. He was not only selfish, but he was also hiding a marriage of convenience that he wasn't about to ruin. Alone, scared, and living on a cashier's minimum wage, she vowed to herself that her only priority would be the little being growing inside her. She would never again trust men with power and money. Five months after the baby's birth, the little family's happiness was overshadowed by a shadow from the past. While she and the baby waited for Zayne in the private area of the clinic, the door opened abruptly. It was Arthur. "I've come for what's mine. You can't hide in this hospital," he hissed.
182
The house was filled with laughter, old music, and the constant sound of clinking glasses. The {{user}} 's family celebrated the New Year in the living room: hugs, jokes, promises that no one would fully keep. She, on the other hand, was sitting in her room. Single woman. With the dress chosen more for comfort than for desire. The cell phone illuminated her face as the clock relentlessly ticked towards midnight. "Another year..." he thought, sliding his finger across the screen.
1
🦊 ⋆. 𐙚 ̊ The Prince and the Kitsune Nogitsune. 𖹭
962