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Lauriel and the Enchanted Garden

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Lee la novela Lauriel and the Enchanted Garden escrita por el autor AliceKatsuki publicada en WebNovel. On a sunny day, on the border between Summer and Autumn, Lauriel was sitting among the snowy white clouds. He was sprawled on his back, leaning comfortably on the fluffy clouds as his feet were hangin...

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On a sunny day, on the border between Summer and Autumn, Lauriel was sitting among the snowy white clouds. He was sprawled on his back, leaning comfortably on the fluffy clouds as his feet were hanging. Maybe someone else in his position would take time to marvel at the scenery. Lauriel completely disregarded the way sunshine was breaking around him, creating translucent colors and lights, and the precipitous height that allowed him to observe the world stretched beneath him. Some might say it was because he was arrogant and too self-observed to pay attention, but it wasn't true. On some other day, he would pay attention or enjoy it, but not on this one. Lauriel was an avid reader and often times you could find him immersed in a book or in a search of a tome. This particular time, he was reading a beautiful book made out of pure white pages and most perfect ink. The covers had a beautiful handmade painting depicting a single tear falling into a river, yet just from a single glance, one could think that what he was holding was a river, as it seemed as if it was flowing, until it finally disappeared into golden edges, whose only job was to capture it from disappearing from the covers. One might take joy just from looking at it, which was the reason why Lauriel was holding the said book, but after one looked at his expression, it seemed as if it was a huge steaming pile of shit. His light grey eyes were glaring at the lines he was following, mouth hanging open as his features were twisted into a disgustingly appalled expression. Next second, Lauriel closed the book with a snap and yelled in frustration as he threw the book as far away as he could - the book flew over the clouds, which left its perfect covers wet from accumulated water, but it didn't stay wet as it kept flying through the air like an arrow, accumulating more speed the further it went, as a small airplane, with its pages rustling like leaves until finally, it landed into a volcano. Lauriel dashed through the clouds towards his house, his dazzling white cape hanging off his shoulders, as a loud bang could be heard, followed by a shriek nearby. "Can you please stop throwing all the books you do not like into a volcano, Lauriel my dear?!" sounded a slightly annoyed female voice. Lauriel turned on his heel, his expression still annoyed, and appeared right next to a black-haired woman. Her back was slender, turned towards him as she was looking in the distance where an erupting volcano could be spotted. Her black eyes stared into the distance, as her thin lips were twisted into a line. "I will not. They don't deserve a better fate, Miki. You should have read this, this....." Lauriel paused mid-fit, as he was trying to find a proper word to depict it vividly to Miki. "Abhorrence." he finished.

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