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Vance Academy
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Ongoing, First published May 09, 2021
One day, if she met her past.
What did she do?
She didn't know about her past.
Mostly her family, i guess?
Pero iba sya kung magalit, mapapansin mong pupula ang mga mata nya, at ang skin nya ay mas lalong puputi na para bang buwan na sumisinag sa mundo.

Is she's the princess of the red moon?




"You are the princess of moon light. A moon that never stop fighting."





Yes! She is a vampire. A gorgeous lady at the north newton.







~~~This is a work of fiction.Names, characters, business,places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,or actual events is purely coincidental.~~~

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