Change Of Heart(COMPLETED)

Change Of Heart(COMPLETED)

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Romance
Book 1 Childhood turned into adulthood in a matter of seconds for 6 year old Parissa Marcella Cross and 11 year old Pryde Marcello Cross the night they lost the last person they believed cared about them. Yeah, they lived with their uncle Nolen afterwards but he was barely home and his rude and troublemaking son Chance didn't help. Pryde was smart and old enough to know that they had to live with Nolen to avoid foster care and being split up, so they did. They walked into their uncle Nolen's house with a warm heart, but as the months went by their warm heart quickly became cold to those who hadn't been there at their lowest point thus far. It's only fair to start at the night that changed everything, even the one thing they thought would never change....Their Hearts.
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