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'I'll end it. What's the use of living?"Michael Louis, heir of a wealthy French family. His happiness was cut short after the sudden assassination of his mother.Since then his father, Louis the sixth has been more than protective of his only heir. He had treated Michael like a prisoner. No friends, only home-school, one nanny.'Heir to the family's wealth sounds like a curse" he sobs. His room echoes his voice, scaring him. He reaches out for a kitchen knife he
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She was left with no choice but to wander around the street after her parents were Killed. The only thing that was left with her was a paper concerning the person who had slaughtered her parents that night and all Sophia wanted was a revenge. She won't stop until she kill each of the Smith family. The very person behind her parents death
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He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat o
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When the world of Rayyan and Ammarah collide, forces were sketched, emotions were splashed and art was created.Rayyan, losing interest in life and his riches portrayed a different person to Ammarah.Ammarah, loosing a battle with family issues and acceptance, seek solace in the presence of Rayyan.One searching for a truth that will change their life, the other hiding a truth that will end it.Together became a home and home encapsulated love, passion and art right before reality came for what is r
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"Lucas Norman, the president of the Night Group, is famous for his handsome face and indifferent character.It is even rumored that he has no interest in women.However, he began to pester a female doctor recently. ""Why do your son and I look exactly alike?""""None of your business.""Nora Jones perfunctorialy answered him, playing with the scalpel in her hand.The cold man put on a flattering look: ""In stead of wasting our perfect genes, why