Liability

Liability

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jan 28, 2021
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Fiction
Romance
Story on hold until further notice. Luna Jael (22) is a lost soul just trying to find her place in this wicked and confusing world after finally finding her forever home in a small California town. She has seen the worst in humanity and still has the courage to keep fighting for her right to love and happiness, but she is young and hasn't experienced the most basic rights of passage that most normal women her age have already been through. This is her greatest test. This is her journey. Smut. Childhood trauma. Mature language. Mature content. (18+) All characters are fictional. The likeness of these original characters are not my own except for Luna Jael.
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