The Beach House

The Beach House

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[p a r t o f t h e b o o k] • I was walking down the beach. The waves came upwards and went back downwards very agressive. The sky wasn't blue anymore, it was grey. I couldn't see the sun and the palmtrees were shaking because of the wind. I could hear Karol's voice. It was like she whispered. The wind was her voice. It was talking to me. • *** Karol Sevilla, a pure bunch of joy. She loves life and living it with every piece of her heart. She never deserved all of this, then why her? And more important... who? Who did this to her? Will Agustín be able to find out who did it, just like she asked him. 'Take care of my peace.' *** i n f o; - English - This story is written in two parts/books - Some hot or agressive parts - Updates: whenever I have time - Starting: 22/09/2017 - Finished: unknown ©gastinamoments on wattpad; all rights served.
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