Un libro sin nombre

Un libro sin nombre

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¿Alguna vez te has preguntado porque pasa lo que pasa ? Pues yo si , me llamó Aisha Wood Blair , a los 17 años me surgieron dudas después de la muertes de mi madre y padre , todo estaba perfecto hasta que los encontraron muertos en un bosque , ellos vestían de blanco fue algo triste bueno lo es pero una sigue adelante . Pasan cosas , personas controladas , muertes sin sentido , personas de intervención humanitaria , evitan nuestros desastres y nos controlan . Hay un chico que apareció , piensa igual que yo , tenemos historias parecidas . ¿ Que pasara ? ¿ quienes son ellos ? ¿ que pasara con el chico y Aisha ? Muchas preguntas esperando respuesta .
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*Sequel to the book Shy for a wife* Being the first born of a wealthy mother is another thing and being the first born to a workaholic is different. Well, I'm that. My name is Ruqqayya Ahmad and i am 20 years. Since when I was small I have been different from my other siblings. That kind of excluded me since I wasn't in the package. Whenever I greeted someone the first thing they say is "it is indeed true, she is the exact replica of my father." It annoyed me so much because I don't know what he looked like. My mom, cleared everything of his to make us feel better especially her but it makes me feel worse. I studied architecture in Canada to feel better. I came back and I am going to get married to a guy who works under his father in an architectural company after she works for him as an assistant. I had to fight with my colleagues becauseof how they disliked me which made me loose hope in any chance we have. I resolced it after months working there. We fell in love and then got married. Later after screwing up in some events I later find out that I have a small quantity of my father's disease. Please tell me, what could possibly be worse than that?

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