Curse
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 5, 2021
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Fiction
Romance
Aidan 'Reed' Azelart is a cunning and intelligent boy. But he is extremely foul-mouthed and criticizes people. Whenever he opens his mouth, something bad comes out of it. As if his tattoos and piercings are not enough to scare people. He is the newly transferred boy who got kicked out of his previous school. Alexia 'Eloise' Somersille is the town's bad news. People's mouth twists in disgust whenever she walks by. She is not accepted in society but that's not her fault. She is innocent. She doesn't interact with people for her personal reasons. Will Aidan look at her differently? Or will his criticizing nature stand in the way? Why was Aidan kicked out of his previous school anyway? Will they be able to find a common ground where they will understand each other easily? ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡ Highest ratings: #16 in injustice #19 in injustice #22 in friction Warning: Contains erotic description.
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