His Heaven

His Heaven

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Romance
Alira Loraine never expected a stranger's kiss over coffee to awaken memories she had spent years trying to bury. She wanted to forget the past. Forget what happened. Forget the feeling that someone was watching from the shadows. Leviathan Horton never expected a fiery girl to walk into his carefully controlled world and leave him wanting more. There was something about Alira that fascinated him, something painfully familiar that he couldn't quite place. She told herself their encounter meant nothing. Then fate made them neighbors. Then schoolmates. And suddenly, staying away from Leviathan was no longer an option. Because the closer Alira gets to him, the more she realizes that the secrets surrounding Leviathan may be darker than her own. And some doors, once opened, were never meant to be closed again. ************ P.s this is my first self written book so read it without any expectations to avoid any disappointment. Tell me your opinion in the comments. And don't forget to vote ❤️
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