A Blast From The Past

A Blast From The Past

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Olivia's life was a mess. She tires to control as much as she can, she tried to live her life as normal but she couldn't. She lost her ability to love herself or anyone and the ability to feel loved . Until an old friend from the past helps change that, but is it for the better or worse. Sebastian had everything you could dream of, he had the perfect life... as so it looked liked. He was your typical bad boy, doesn't care about anyone and a very closed off and mysterious person. Then one day his father takes him on a trio down memory lane. Would it be the best the day that ever happened to him. 'Hey..Uh do I know you?' She asked looking a the side of his face, staring at his perfect jawline. 'No' He answered coldly, finally turning and giving her a blank stare 'Are you sure cause you look pretty familiar' She said looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes 'Yes' He said looking into those hazel eyes that he was obsessed with when they were kids. ⚠️THIS BOOK CONTAINS MENTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESSES AND ABUSE. ⚠️You don't feel comfortable with that please click away. Cover made by @alishbasiddiqui11, thank you sooo much.
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