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Not His Typical Soulmate
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Ongoing, First published Oct 05, 2016
This is the story of a girl who gave up her dream of becoming an apprentice of her brother and left Mt. Olympus to win her soul mate's heart. A girl who will search and chase for a man in the mortal's world in order to make him feel the connection between them. Her name is Arissa and a little note for the person destined to her.. she's not his typical soul mate.
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