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Thomas And Friends Daring Dragon Drop

The Last Dragon And Guardian

Kidaya Simon Ishaya, Heir of House Ishaya and future Duchess of Houston has a bloody past and a dark secret. The one rule she has known and kept all her life, is that no one must see her bare back. The one thing she's known from age six is that the Faceless men killed and destroyed all she holds dear. Those same men drove her out of Vianto to the shores of another land, if she must survive. Fourteen years later, Kidaya is back in Vianto Empire with nothing but a quest for revenge. By day she is the loveliest flower in Vianto and most desired of all men married or single, but by night, she is one of the quickest sword that exists. With a little push from her guardian, she was forced to attend the coming of age ceremony, and now, she is out in society. Her first Ball, she has the attention of everyman at the ball, and somehow, she and the second Prince get entangled in an angry first encounter. He thinks she swooned on purpose and she is after his crown like every other lady in the ball and never wants to see her again. She thinks he is the most arrogant creature alive on earth and would be glad to never see him again. But there's more! What happens when her eyes act as a mirror to a world he does not know and his voice reminds her of an enemy? What happens when the song of blood begins and they must face each other as enemies with a sword to each other’s neck? What happens, when everything you shouldn't feel is everything your heart feels? What happens in a Palace of blood and war and she seems like his only redemption? What happens, when there's a whisper from the past, and it turns out that she is the last dragon guardian, the only one that can awaken the last dragon?
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Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
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