Your name (old)

Your name (old)

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I'm Anna Nova Anderson And I'm mute My life has been peaceful calm maybe who am I kidding I'm the MC of a romance book,my life never has been peaceful The name is Andre I don't know what I'm doing to my life till now, I guess it just has been wake up Morning routine School Sleep Rewind I'm nothing special just you're ordinary teen, okay maybe no so ordinary Hello! My name katelindra But you can call me Kate I uhm my life till now what a question well it has been Rough ,and it's not just school I'm Alexandra My life well I can't complain about it I have friends money a good father not everyone is that lucky I know that Ariana Volkov that's my name You don't need to know anything about me,I'm just you're ordinary smart girl at least that what I want to be Hi I'm Alexander I don't want too remember the past just focus on the future...I got that one from Pinterest I'm Andrea Nobody really remembers me, my life or who I am Well it has been boring,if I hadn't found her I don't think I still would be here My name ...... You really want to know huh (Sorry for this long description) But I'm trying to make my story as unique as possible there are going to be C L I C H E S and I'm not
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After the accident that killed my father, I stopped speaking. Not because I couldn't-because I didn't know how to live in a world that kept going without him. Four years later, starting college was supposed to be more of the same. Pity. Silence. Survival. Then I met Felix Carter. Loud, infuriating, impossible to ignore-he saw past the quiet and dared me to exist again. He didn't demand my voice. He listened for my whisper. Now, for the first time in years, I want to speak. But finding my voice means facing everything I've buried... and falling for someone who might just shatter what's left of my heart. **Currently being edited!

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