غلاف قصة Nothing special (on hold and editing) بقلم Luna_Faith
Nothing special (on hold and editing)
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!!! This story is being edited because in all honesty it's not the best. I would not recommend reading this, but chances are you're going to ignore me. You have been warned.!!!


After the death of her adopted farther Beckys life goes down hill. From being put back into care to being told shes a mythical creature that's not really meant to exist. Becky must put her own wished and opiniond behind her to save the people who she has grown to love and trust and might be the olnly ones who can tell Becky what she is and about her past. But then Becky being Becky has to go and rewin everything and fall in love with the enemy.
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