No good for you (Ryan Yerrow)
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  • Reads 7,442
  • Votes 85
  • Parts 15
  • Time 2h 18m
Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2019
Violet Miller had her whole life panning out exactly how she wanted. She had just got into her dream school and was moving in to the same apartment complex as her best friend. However, her perfect fantasy was quickly shattered by a boy who she can't help falling for, unfortunately, he doesn't think he's any good for her.
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