Stephenie Meyer
When she first looked into her daughters dark চকোলেট eyes she felt প্রণয় and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt প্রণয় for this little one.
A kind of প্রণয় she had never felt before:of প্রণয় and protection. The kind of প্রণয় a mother feels.A প্রণয় so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The অ্যাঞ্জেল looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt প্রণয় and happiness forever.
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A kind of প্রণয় she had never felt before:of প্রণয় and protection. The kind of প্রণয় a mother feels.A প্রণয় so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The অ্যাঞ্জেল looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt প্রণয় and happiness forever.
please মতামত and rate!:)
