Hübsches Mädchen oder finstere Gestalt

Hübsches Mädchen oder finstere Gestalt

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Publikasi terakhir Sab, Agt 1, 2015

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Shara ist nicht wie die anderen Mädchen. Sie hat ein zweites, ganz anderes Gesicht von dem keiner erfahren darf. Ihre leiblichen Eltern hat sie schon mit 2 Jahren verloren und hat deshalb bis jetzt im Heim gewohnt. Sie selber weiss allerdings noch nicht wer oder was sie ist. Der einzige der sie bei einer Verwandlung erwischt ist der Sohn der ihrer neuen Pflegefamilie. Wird er sie verraten? oder halten sie zusammen? Und was ist, wenn außer ihr noch andere finstere Gestalten existieren?

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