Behind The Masks (On-Going)

Behind The Masks (On-Going)

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This is a TAGLISH story with different genres. ***** Two groups with a different genders, grupo ng mga babae at grupo ng mga lalaki. Hiding their face with the mask is important.... Why?... Because it is their number 1 rule. No matter what happens they have to do and obey the rule/s to prevent their enemies from identifying their identity. But the fact that destiny happened, trying to cross their paths that will make the love conquer to each other. Mgiging daan ito upang tanggalin nila ang kanilang mga maskara at ipakita nila sa isa't-isa ang tunay nilang katauhan at ang mga perpektong mukha na kanilang itinatago. ~~~~~~~~~~ Enjoy reading this story guys😘🙏
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[Book #1 of Wicked clan series] I knew my facade would be stripped naked with no heads up the moment his eyes landed on me What could possibly happen? if I met my dad's best friend's son at a party? not much? hell what a freaking joke a lot happened, a lot. All my life I built those walls, keeping the human community away, far away from my authentic self, because being pitied upon isn't exactly what I was made for. except him, he didn't pity, but only offered a dangerous threat of stripping my facade. and while I could've passed a laugh on such a cinematic line. His words didn't mean cinematic, not even a bit. He was my only fear, my only truth and I knew I was his, and he was not stopping unless he achieved his goal. and I was not stopping until I give up, which would certainly not happen .Because lies and mystery surrounded me, my mother's death turned me into something I loathed, acting fake. but whatever I choose to do, I did it with perfectionism, not letting a dent conjure upon it.

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