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The Entangled Fates

It is said that angels and demons walk on Earth in human forms. But what if it's not just a myth and they actually are present around us, keeping a low profile? What if it's the boy you bully in school, or the girl who always keeps to herself in class are not humans and waiting to creep into your dreams. What if it's a girl who always tops the class and her brainiac image is actually a part of her superpowers, the bullied boy is keeping chains around his ire, not letting his unstable powers to unleash and the world doesn't lack such beings. Aden and Amara are such two lost souls which are fated to be together. But is it really that simple for them to be together? Or destiny has something else written for them. What will happen if these two finally cross each other's path after walking for decades on Earth. Or is it really the first time they will run into each other? -------- Other books of the author: •My Little Sunshine [Completed] •The Return Of The Beguiling Beauty [On-going] •Tales Of Love [On-going] You can join the discord server for updates and picture references: https://discord.gg/tHARRPX Instagram: dumdum.007 Twitter: _dumdum007 Facebook: facebook.com/dumdumwrites *P.S.! The cover DOESN'T belongs to me. Credit goes to the original artist!*

dumdum007 · Fantaisie
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It's My Fault

~•Aden•~

"W-wait! What?" 

To say that I was shocked after hearing the man would be an understatement. 

My mind was already a mess after realizing that I was helping Amara to steal some books from our new history professor. It would have been much better to digest if the room belonged to some other random teacher. 

But life was never easy, or simple. And to make it more troublesome, fate decided to break another news to me. 

"What is he talking about, Amara?" The words left my mouth, each of them soaked in disbelief. How could it be? How could life be so cruel to me? My new history professor was Amara's step-father! Even if I repeated the same line a couple of times to myself, I would still refuse to believe it. 

My eyes jumped from one figure to the other, hoping that at least one of them would provide me with an answer. Amara had her eyes looking everywhere, but at me, while the man had his eyes fixed on Amara, his step-daughter.