safe house || why don't we

safe house || why don't we

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Once Corbyn Besson was taken from his palace with brutal force, nothing ever returned to normal. Held prisoner by the enemy's son in their so-called 'safe house'. Meeting a family he'd never get enough of. Living with the rest of the royal children. Somehow Corbyn thought it was fine, it was normal, until that one very night when his roommate decided to tell him the truth about it all. Corbyn always wanted to know what the secret Daniel kept from him was, but he wouldn't push him to tell. Not until the very last moment. ☰☰☰ 𝘽𝙭𝘽 ⚣ ⇢ 𝘿𝙊𝙍𝘽𝙔𝙉 ⚠︎ 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 ⚠︎ 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 ⚠︎ 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙚 ⚠︎ 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚 ⚠︎ 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙. ⚠︎ 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙩, 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙮𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙙, 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙨 Started (first chpt. published) : September 27th 2019. Started (writing) : July 21st 2019. Completed (last chpt. published) : Completed (writing) : PUBLISHING AS SOON AS I'VE FINISHED WRITING. currently writing chapter 44 promise i'm still working on it
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