Savage Neighbour

Savage Neighbour

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 6, 2017
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Fiction
Romance
"He is Savage; Fierce, Violent and Uncontrolled. If he wish to he can tear apart anyone and still it wouldn't affect him. He gives chills to people just by his serious looks and deathly voice." ________________________________________ Aurel was a freshmen, who stayed away from her parents for her education. She was both intelligent and smart. She was heart broken by the cruel ways of her ex, which made it hard for her to believe in love anymore. Everything else about her was pretty simple, until a hot but dangerous boy Xavian moved in as her neighbour, who had a terrible past, and was haunted by it till date. Tables turn and everything comes crashing down when these two very different people crosses each others path. ________________________________________ THIS BOOK CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE AND IS MATURE BOOK READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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