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		<description>The original writings of author Nadine</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>The past week passed in a blur. It was like a roller coaster ride. I spent a good amount of days preparing and packing my things into boxes to get it moved to Leon's castle. The girls were happy for me. They teased me incessantly. They even composed a song for me. 'Leon and Belle.. Sitting..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>The black limo came to a stop. The driver left the car and before I could open the door, someone already did. I mumbled thanks to the driver and stood upright on the sidewalk. In front of me was the famous Waverly Paege Castle.It looked intimidating enough. Even though I was here yesterday n..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>I watched as we passed by the streets of Waverly. Neatly lined houses with fallen dried leaves hunk the sidewalks, waiting for the owners to sweep it away. Ry was driving her red Mini Cooper with Tasha by her side. I volunteered to sit at the back just to be in my own world. The journey from..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The sign of dawn was peeking through the blinds. I tossed and turned for a few seconds before propping myself back on the pillows against the headboard. I pursed my lips and blew a hair out of my face. Any second now....'Hurghhhhh!!!!' That was Tasha for you, alright. I swore she could..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>This is not my scene. This is not my scene. I dragged myself across the ballroom floor, feeling nauseated and all ready to bolt through the thick, wooden door that was looming behind me. My eyes were swarmed with a sea of people; dressed in glittered gowns and expensive tux. Their faces were..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>'Leo, I want you to think this through. I don't want a no for an answer', the King of Kingdom Wanderly, King Camden, was clearly having a hard time convincing me, Prince Leon Byron Finley, the only heir of the throne. 'Father, the idea is totally absurd. Think of it this way, I'm not interested ..</description>
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			<title>Love Parade </title>
			<description>A masquerade ball that changes the lives of two people.  
Meet Prince Leon Byron Finlay and Isabelle Wyn Williams in a journey to mend broken hearts and learn the art of love.
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