Bitter Notes Of Our Story (Eclipse Series #1)

Bitter Notes Of Our Story (Eclipse Series #1)

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Note: This Story Is Under Editing. A girl‚ who loves reading wattpad‚ love stories to be exact‚ but doesn't like the idea of being inlove. Raquel Astrid‚ is from a loving family‚ Kaiser Family. Her father died when she's in highschool‚ because of cancer. She witnessed her mother cried so hard every night. That's one of the reason why she doesn't want to be inlove. Because it will cause you pain. Until one day‚ a man who has the same hobbies as her, came into her life. Will she still be the same Astrid who used to be a bitter‚ or she will change her perspectives in love? (#1 bitter august 2025) (#1 wattpader september 2025) (#1 eclipse october 2025) started: April 25, 2025 finished:
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[Politico 3] When and how will 24 hours be enough? Grappling with the harsh realities of life, Owie vowed to always set her goals straight-graduate with a decent degree, work in a comfortable firm, retire in her 50s, and wither alone. It was dull and perfect all at once. The walls around her are pretty high up. No one can penetrate them. But Asio was persistent. He broke down walls, tore down skyscrapers, and messed up time--something that she held so dear above anything else. The hours on the clock always fell short. The glass is always half empty. Every one step forward is ten steps backward. And in an attempt to save the last bits of the love she thought she knew, she found herself asking for the impossible: for time to run slower, for the clock to give just one more second.

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