Valorous [h.s] (DISCONTINUED)

Valorous [h.s] (DISCONTINUED)

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♔ BOOK TWO OF VENERABLE ♔ When Shakers finally won over the powerful army of Savages, everything turned miserable. It was more miserable than the London before. Kitty Elfin and Alec Fury were the known leaders of the Shakers and they planned to kill the remaining Savages and even Margarette Skye and Harry Styles. Still, Margarette didn't gave up on everything that can possibly kill them. They set up a plan also, but they didn't planned on killing Kitty and Alec, Margarette know that her bravery will defeat Kitty's plans. The whole world is now a misery and only Margarette could stop Kitty from doing all of this, doing all the things from making the world like a war field. Please first read the previous book, this book will have major twists again :) WORD COUNT: 25,042 (and still counting) ____________ Copyright © _CupcakeMonster_ All rights reserved 2016
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