Beauty, a Hate Story the End
β Scribed by Gebhard, Mary Catherine
- Book ID
- 100105240
- Publisher
- Mary Catherine Gebhard
- Year
- 2017
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 235 KB
- Edition
- 2
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 0692950486
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.
My prince was a Beast with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. My family offered to save me. The only price: leaving the tattered pieces of my heart behind.
Our love was irrational. Cruel. Unforgiving. Nothing like the storybooks said it should be--but it was perfect.
The longer we were apart, the more I lost myself. He was vicious and domineering, but I craved the submission. Together we were destructive, but I was addicted to the devastation. Still, I thought titles mattered. To my family I was princess, and to the Beast I was slave. I was too naive to understand that even though he'd been my captor, he'd broken the shackles on my soul.
Once upon a time, I thought love meant happily ever after.
Now I know better.
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