TWISTED HEARTS
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Última publicación mié, ene 2, 2019
"just be cause my life is unworthy that doesn't give you any right to insult me, nor my family, you know nothing of how life is in the outside world.." she breathed in, letting
fresh air into her lungs as she turned and left him frozen
it's about an entwined love btn the Goldstein family ,where as a commoner she gets in trouble not realising where she is getting her self into...with hatred, love ,sympathy, denial and sacrifice rule in her new world to which she's to be a slave for the rest of her life...and she digs in to the family's biggest secrets..
will she survive the new harsh world b4 her....read more
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