One Chapter Stories - Unpatched Love | Audio Book
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  • Reads 5,462
  • Votes 27
  • Parts 8
  • Time 38m
Complete, First published Oct 18, 2020
One Chapter Stories are a series of short stories not longer than 3000 words each story! The Stories will be narrated with Green Sea Creation's Immersive Audio experience and Interactive 3D audio. Audio Model for all the stories will be enclosed within the chapters! 

Unpatched Love!
Love is beautiful, it's one of the best feelings, one can experience. A complete circle of love is beautiful, but when The circle is incomplete, the effort a soul puts, to complete the circle is so beautiful! Unpatched Love brings you a set of Unpatched love stories as immersive short stories with Audiobooks!

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