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Trusting Twelve
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    Chapitres 30
  • WpHistory
    Durée 2h 47m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement nov. 29, 2025
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When little miss, 'I can do it myself' meets mr 'sit your pretty ass down.'

Daniella: Have you ever been so wildly attracted to someone that you can actually feel a connection pulling you to them? Because that's what Patrick Feely was to me. I was entangled in the invisible string that pulled us together and I didn't know how to escape.

Patrick: I knew in this moment that the girl stood on the other side of the room will be my undoing, my ruin... and I'm going to savour every fucking second of it.

OC x Patrick Feely 

*Currently, ongoing but a majority of the story is written but just needs editing and publishing. I plan for weekly updates*
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