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๐€๐‚๐“ ๐ˆ. ๐‘ฌ๐‘ท๐‘ฐ๐‘ฎ๐‘น๐‘จ๐‘ท๐‘ฏ.

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๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ. Charlotte Fray was the embodiment of angelicasy. Whether it was her physical appearance or her bloodline. Her skin was vanilla white, her cheeks were rosie, her lips plump and pink. Since her mother's death, where she sacrificed herself for the deranged hybrid who wanted to break the curse had taken place a few months before Rory's eighteenth birthday, she had swore a vow to protect her family. But, the only thing stopping her is fear.

๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. At the age of thirteen she had developed traits. Where odd tattoos covered her vanilla skin on demand. Some say being blessed with such abilities, would be considered as a gift, a blessing from god himself. To a teenager who is constantly being surrounded by death and chaos, naturally she was the natural selectee for it all.

charlotte maeven ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ. The girl next door. Beauty and brains. Lethal. Deadly. A tattooed angel brought down from the angel Raphael, to help her kind vanquish all evil that dared to reap havoc on earth. Only the evil she is forced to enilate is her friends and loved ones, and even herself.

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๐ต๐‘‚๐‘‚๐พ ๐‘‚๐‘๐ธ ๐‘‚๐น ๐‘‡๐ป๐ธ ๐’๐ˆ๐— ๐…๐„๐„๐“ ๐”๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘ ๐‘†๐ธ๐‘…๐ผ๐ธ๐‘†

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