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“Open your eyes.” Julia looked up into a pair of blue orbs that were startlingly clear and very emotional, but she could not decipher the emotions. He smiled and pressed his lips to her forehead again before rolling onto his back and gazing up at the stars. “What are you thinking?” She shifted herself so that she was curled up at his side, close to but not touching him with her body. “I was thinking about how I waited for you. I waited and waited, and you never came.” He smiled at her sadly. “I’m sorry, Gabriel.” “You’re here now. Apparuit iam beatitudo vestra.” “I don’t know what that means.” She sounded shy. “It means now your blessedness appears. But really, it should be now my blessedness appears. Now that you’re here.” He pulled her closer, snaking his arm beneath her neck and down to her waist where he splayed his hand, fingers wide, at the small of her back. “For the rest of my life, I’ll dream of hearing your voice breathe my name.”

Quote by Sylvain Reynard

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Gabriel's Inferno

A gripping narrative that delves into the complex emotions and moral dilemmas of its characters, set against the backdrop of a tumultuous love story. more

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Sylvain Reynard
Sylvain Reynard

Sylvain Reynard is a French author known for his romantic novels, characterized by complex emotional entanglements and profound character development. more

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