⟡ SCARRED HEARTS: EDISON CRESANTO AXTON (SEASON ONE)⟡
A YA ROMANCE BY INCOGNITO XHINJO
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THIS IS THE FIRST SEASON OF AXTON SERIES.
SCARRED HEARTS: EDISON CRESANTO AXTON
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