Don't Call Me, Angel|| HS
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Last published Wed, Nov 20, 2019
"Milana, you're an angel..." whispered Harry, gently wiping her tears from her face as another window smashed behind them; a faint smile grew across Milanas face.
"Don't call me, ... angel," she gently whispered back, moving his soft hair aside from his ear, holding something behind his back.
...
A constant war is going on around Milana, but which is more dangerous, the war around her... or the one in her head?
STARTED: November 2019
FINISHED: -
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