Captive Bride – 99 CENTS

Isobel. Gorgeous. Pure. A perfect angel.
From the moment I see her
I have to know her.
Take her. Claim her.

But our fathers are sworn enemies.
Feuding families.
Once I take her captive
It will start a full scale war.

I don’t care.
I’ll make her mine.
Show her the power and freedom
Of giving in to dark desires.

Darkness. Depravity.
It’s all I know.
But her light becomes my salvation.

She lights a fire in me. A hunger.
One that will only be stated
When she becomes mine.

My captive. My bride.

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