It is like he is seeing the things that he is actually talking about here. xnx I love romantic based and pieced up tales. Well it is not because I am now transformed into a demon, but that that stuff is just all too fictitious and unreal. “Rhys, my goodness,” I say weakly and helplessly, held and embraced there in his own hands and clutch. One that was filled with deadliest wounds which the survivor would have to carry and bear with him for the rest of his remaining life.”
“Why didn’t he just quit on her and go on marrying any of those numberless women in his kingdom? Damn her for it! That is so true and rightful besides—I am fully aware and conscious of this.
