Once upon a time, in a world were words could spring to life, in a world were book tropes emerged into reality. A world were 'perfect' was the ink between pages of some sort or a short story to just pass time. Only that, the ink was invisible and only a few who chose could see it. One of them being a delusional story teller: one of them being me. Welcome to the unwritten anthology✨
Following
Story by Blessing✨
The Cry Of A Broken Princess
To all the girls who were forced to choose between love and duty.
*Cover photo from pinterest*
