Was That Real? (The Sequel to Is This Real?)
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Last published Fri, Oct 24, 2025
It's been a year since Misty broke up with Munk and Dz. Her life was starting to get back to normal but a night out with her reunited friend brings a whole new mess of problems for Misty. It starts with her dancing at a club where two mysterious men dance with her then proclaim their love for her. From that moment on Misty is feeling mysterious hands all over her body and two familiar kisses lead to her entering back into Munk and Dz's life. Specifically Munk's she's drawn to him more than ever. Though they both say she loves them but Misty swears she's over them..but is she really?
There's some POV change.
Disclaimer: I do not own Munk and Dz they are owned by the lovely Ishness
Characters I own: Misty, Milo, Daniel and Jenny.
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