Jasper Withlock Hale.
He was pail white and ice cold.
Stronger then any creater ever existed.
The way his blond hair curled over his head and his golden eyes change into back was unknown to men. But not to me
The thing I was sure of was that Jasper Hale was not dangerous...
I could feel it by the way his heartbeat raced true his vains... the poised blood dark red.
I loved him, more than anything in this world. I loved him!
It didn’t matter if he was a life or death... cold or warm. The only thing that mattered to me was.. He was mine. Jasper Withlock Hale was mine.
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ja ben vet levenloos bezig met al je blog's te lezen:Y)
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