Back To Seduce [on Hold]

Back To Seduce [on Hold]

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𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 They are back, back again! Just more worse than last time. Oh God! I can't take this anymore! I am Blair Cooper but people calls me Lia, Lia Carson. I had to change my name, identity, because I don't want to carry my past so I left Blair far behind that haunts me every moment. And now I'm Lia, having 63.7 inches, a brunette lazy young lady struggling through my life to get away from my past. But, wait! I read somewherethat we can't get away from our past, so I guess I'm holding on to it just to lose my grip over it. No one in this world give two fucks about me and so do I. I'm on my own, if anyone comes up to Interact with me that's only what I'll do I.N.T.E.R.A.C.T. Until him, until I bumped into him just to get myself bumped on my face. I fell for the feeling to get away from the feeling just to fall back again! Now that I realise, it's just too late! Cover by @angoissee Copyright © Reserved by Author. 2020. Author: Tisha D. I acknowledge each and Every one of you who reads this book. Thank you. Wait for the next to come.
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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