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the love since centuries back

Author: Tina_luo
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Read the love since centuries back novel written by the author Tina_luo on WebNovel, This serial novel genre is Fantasy Romance stories, covering romance, adventure, reincarnation. ✓ Newest updated ✓ All rights reserved

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It's the same dream again....(panting) why...just why do I keep having the same dream over and over again?....(panting) recalling the dream I've been having for the past 4 years. the man with long black hair and Ruby red eyes.... for as long as Tatiana remembers she's been having a strange dream in which a man whose face was never seen completely slaughtered a whole city. His hair as black as coal and jewelry like eyes as red as ruby. but the question is who is he and why those she have such dreams?....

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THE LAST HEIRESS OF OBLONSKY, BEATRIX

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