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High School The Series: Revealing The Secrets
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Ongoing, First published Apr 20, 2022
This is Book III of High School The Series: Unraveling The Secrets.

So I better tell you that you should read the first two books first.
Book I: High School The Series: Unraveling The Secrets
Book II: High School The Series: Creating The Secrets

Thank you for your supports and I hope that you will continue until the end of the series.

Lots of love to all.

Okay I will warn you this is a bxb story just in case that you forgot or you're new. If it's your cup of tea then come and let's continue the journey, if not then please give it a try.

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ISHARA: Abused Angel

30 parts Ongoing

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨