The Last Kiss

The Last Kiss

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Annabeth Chase meets a gorgeous boy named Percy Jackson on a school trip. They fall head over heels for each other and have good times and bad. But when one night Percy gets drunk at a club and Annabeth doesn't hear from him for days, she finds out something shocking that will change her life forever...
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By day, Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase live separate lives. He's a dockworker, keeping his head down and his past buried. She's an ambitious architect, determined to rebuild the city she loves. Their paths cross in fleeting moments-coffee shop encounters, community projects, stolen glances that neither can quite explain. By night, they are enemies. Annabeth is Glory, the city's golden hero, a symbol of hope and justice. Percy is Tempest, the ruthless vigilante who delivers the kind of justice the law won't. She sees him as reckless. He sees her as naïve. And every night, they clash-fists, words, ideals-both too stubborn to stand down. But when Annabeth uncovers a corruption that runs deeper than she ever imagined, the line between hero and vigilante begins to blur. The city is falling apart, and the only person who seems willing to fight for it is the man she swore to stop. Now, she has a choice: uphold the law and watch the city crumble, or embrace the storm and fight alongside the very man she was meant to take down. Because when the storm breaks, there's no telling who will be left standing.

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