Dishonorable

Dishonorable

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"You bring nothing but dishonor to this family" Charlie Warren spent his days wondering what it would be like in a normal environment. His father is like a living nightmare and he longs for nothing but for that nightmare to go away. His dad to go away. Sadly he can't, with the strict rules and curfews it's nearly impossible for Charlie to get a moment away from that horrendous household. With the only person that merely supports him, his sister, neither of them know what will happen. But through all of the terrible acts. The nightmares. The awful people. He met her. And nothing was ever the same again. 💋💋💋 SPOTIFY PLAYLIST OUT NOW FOR THIS STORY! ACCOUNT: JUMBO STEAK PLAYLIST: DISHONORABLE 💋💋💋 AUTHORS NOTE & TW! This story is extremely bold and sensitive. I wanted to write a story that will hopefully get people in their feels. It's going to talk about abuse and all sorts of stuff like that. So if it could affect you then I recommend reading something else. If you're looking for romance books check out my friend PAIge1867. You might find something you like. -MATURE audiences only.
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