Haunted Love
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 1h 56m
  • Reads 1,039
  • Votes 61
  • Parts 14
  • Time 1h 56m
Ongoing, First published Jul 23
A love story which comes from the darkest place where people are afraid to go and if they go they won't come. Personalities are dangerous things which change in the mean time for a person. 

- you think you can change me doctor.

- yes I can

- that's your worst decision ever. let's see if you can handle it or not.


Jeon Jungkook, the twisted serial killer and a patient of multiple personality disorder will haunt you now.

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