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Wandering Hearts

It is said that one can never defy fate. This notion proves its authenticity as Delaney finds herself caught up in the whims of her decided fate. Robbed of control over her own life, Delaney finds herself torm between feuds between mythical beings, creatures that have little or no regards to her emotions. As an abused child, Delaney grew up mostly detached from the world around her and when she decides to take control of her life, she chooses to be a bounty hunter to make a living and makes her own rules, living her life away from anything that causes her distress. But her world turns upside down as she becomes burdened by a murder accusation which almost causes her her life. At the day of her execution, she's saved by a dragon, to everyone's dismay, and is forced to live her life like a captive as she's yet again robbed of her own life. **** Broken hearts, misplaced souls and twisted minds. Even though our pasts may not predict our future, it will always be part of our future and present. Past mistakes, past heartbreaks, past miseries. They ruin us in a way that we are so scared of endings, that we always end up not beginning. And maybe all we need is a little sunshine. A little flower, and most of all... to forgive ourselves for things that we could and couldn't control.

Valentine_24 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
82 Chs

Wine made of blood.

Keir's lips subconsciously curled up because that was exactly the excuse he intended to use. But he still didn't back down so he stared directly into Delaney's eyes and said, "You did."

"No I didn't." Delaney retorted, mastering a serious countenance. "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that. Don't you know that it is rude to barge into an unmarried lady's room?" She tried hardening her gaze to intimidate Keir but the man was unaffected.

"I'm not human."

"But I am," Delaney's answer came almost immediately, as if she had planned it ahead. Keir folded his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming with amusement amd a ghost of a smile still hanging on his lips.

"This is my house," he countered, his voice firm but Delaney disregarded it.