Those Who Stare Into the Sun

Those Who Stare Into the Sun

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MatureComplete Wed, Sep 30, 20202h 54m

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This is the first part of Anya's journey The second book is in the making. ~*~ Anya moves to London, after a series of tragic events. A bit late in life, she decides to aim for the dreams she never had courage to go after. Soon enough, it seemes as if life is on her side. Within a year she is an A-list actress. Disclaimer: I'd like to disclaime some of the materials/pictures I'm using in this story. I do not own some of them and they are taken from the internet just to bring more life to the novel. Thank you. Xx

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