Tricky Love [TricksterxFemreader]
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  • صوت 75
  • أجزاء 12
  • الوقت 55m
  • مقروء 1,583
  • صوت 75
  • أجزاء 12
  • الوقت 55m
إكمال، تم نشرها في مايو ٣١, ٢٠٢١
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One [Y/N] [L/N] was an ordinary college girl, a very smart and charismatic one at that, that grew up in Annapolis, Maryland and sought to become a lawyer. Her outlook soon darkened though, as her mother had grown ill and had to be sent to the hospital. As she was driving to check on her, a thick fog had rolled in, engulfing anything and everything in its wake like a gale about to sink a ship. Suddenly her car spins out, and the last thing she remembers seeing is a pair of yellow, piercing eyes. "What happens?" you ask, read to find out! Or don't, I'm not your dad 
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