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The Prophetress

Israel Rostavo is the daughter of a mafia leader. Alessandra Rostavo, and his wife Maria Rostavo. But is she really? Everything Israel have thought she knew turned out to be just a lie. After the death of her parents, nothing was ever the same. She came to realize that she was never the daughter of Alessandra and Maria. She wasn't even from their world. But Godfrey, the realm of supernatural. But she's not just from that world, she is the future Queen. Wait until she found out about her destiny, Will she fulfill her duties like a Crown Princess? Or will she rebel like a Mafia brat? *** Check out my other book: The Abyss of the Vampire-demon Reign of Terror Age of Ancient Darkness Boud with you

Sweetdreamer20 · Fantasy
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Chapter Forty- Eight

Blake's Pov

I watched as she makes her way down the busy street and I awestruck by her beauty. The way her face glows under the lanterns, the twinkles in her eyes that dance with fascination, and the way her eyes squinted when she laughs she was indeed beautiful.

I was snapped out of my daze when Lydia called my name, even after I still take small glances at her as she continued down the road until she was out of sight. The feeling of knowing her was beyond explanation, but I just couldn't remember.

"What is it?" Seth asked inching closer towards me.

"I saw her." I merely whispered staring at the spot where she was just standing.

"Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?" Lydia asked with a worried frown.

"Yes, I'm fine I just thought I saw someone I once know," I clarified.

"Are you sure? Because if you're not well we can retire back to my place."

"I'm sure," I responded with a small smile and a head nod.