The Stolen Flower
By Clemintinereading
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"Please Damien" I whimper, looking into his enchanting eyes. "Oh Dahlia, you don't know what you do to me" he breathes onto my lips, and I curse myself for licking my lips. "Let go of me." I try to say, but before I can argue, his lips are attached to mine.
Romance, mystery, kidnap, action, love, hate, magic. The Stolen Flower is a force to be reckoned with.
