Umbrella Art: (Urban Love) |ON HOLD|
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Undiscovered Artist and Poet, Kingsley Chestnut, has had her wit's end with heartbreaks and abuse. After developing a small, yet harmless addiction to drawing umbrellas, her art attracts the eye of handsome artist Adriel Carter.
Adriel seems perfect, brown eyes, dark curly hair, caramel skin, tall, gorgeous, beautiful smile, a shared love for the arts, there's only one problem: He's a mute.
That however doesn't stop Kingsley from falling in love with the charming, yet silent Adriel Carter.
But Adriel's got a secret. I mean secrets, let's be plural.
Read my story to be thrilled by a series of, love, haunting pasts, ex relationships, abuse, drama, heartbreaks, rape, and a bit of pregnancy, here and there.
WARNING: This story will contain the use of strong explicit language, drug use, sexual content (although I won't go into great detail), and etc. Viewer Discretion is advised.
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