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The hunters son boyxboy book 2 (Not edited)
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Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2014
I died , it changed me , it changed my friends and everyone around me . I don't know who or what I am anymore . But with the man I love my mate I can face anything . No mater what this life or the afterlife throws at us
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ITS FINISHED EVERYONE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT. I HOPE THIS STORY MEANS AS MUCH TO YOU AS IT DOES ME. (Please don't let the first chapter stop you from reading this. It's such a good story. Please let me know what you think!!!!! LOVE YOU GUYS!