Beneath Beautiful *Rewritten*

Beneath Beautiful *Rewritten*

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 6, 2019
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Fiction
Romance
Lydia Edwards lived a seemingly perfect life. Lots of friends, talented, athletic, beautiful. But what nobody knew, not even her closes friends, was the secrets of her past that she had kept hidden. ************** Clayton Moore was always considered bad news. Teachers hated him, girls were warned about him and guys loathed him. Everyone saw his outward "bad boy" persona, but was he simply misunderstood? Embark on a story full of secrets, heartache, and confusion as two teens who have lived through more then most adults discover they're not alone.
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