He's Mine
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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., nov. 26, 2016
Reed Maxwell is a simple 18 year old nerd. She isn't spoiled and lives with a loving family and 2 cats. She meets a guy named Trystan Parker and falls in love. Her bestfriend Alice Dorame was there for her whenever she needed her. But, Reed has an old friend coming back to haunt her... Elise Withers appears out of the blue and is determined to kill everything and everyone Reed loves. Will Reed be able to kill Elise? What secret is Reeds mother hiding? Is Reed alone?
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