Goddess of Trouble

Goddess of Trouble

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"You're a psychopath" "I prefer the term creative" After ending up on the wrong side of law. Aphy finds herself in a house full of delinquents. With her traumatic upbringing and cold nature, she ends up in a whole lot of trouble. She is dangerous in a world of crime, gangs and a whole lots of bad guys. Why might you ask, because she has nothing to lose. She's beauty, she's grace, she'll definitely punch you in the face. After all she isn't named after the goddess of love, desire and beauty for nothing. What if she finds love. Something she never thought she would ever. If you have chemistry, you only need one other thing, timing. But timing's a bitch. And love is an unnecessary tragedy. "She had this weird habit of being herself all the time, thats why most didn't like her. She looked like an angel but she's the devil reincarnate."
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