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  • !!Donde esta GALINA y GALA ¡¡ by Wilcho3
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    Galina no soporta a la familia de su dueña gaby por ser muy melosa por eso Decide escapar con gala Q LES DEPARARA EL DESTINO
  • Carta Para O Mundo by Miahdi
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    Apenas compartilho pensamentos que tenho
  • 🖤 DONDE TERMINAN LOS SECRETOS 🖤 by Kiara3948763
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    Valentina jamás imaginó que una noche cualquiera cambiaría su vida para siempre. Después de descubrir un secreto que nadie debía conocer, se ve obligada a abandonar la ciudad y comenzar de nuevo. Lo último que espera es conocer a Adrián Montenegro, un hombre misterioso, poderoso y aparentemente imposible de alcanzar. Adrián tiene todo lo que una mujer podría desear: dinero, belleza y una vida perfecta. O al menos eso parece. Desde el primer momento, Adrián deja claro que Valentina debe mantenerse alejada de él. Pero cuanto más intenta ignorarlo, más secretos descubre sobre su pasado... y sobre la extraña razón por la que él parece conocerla mucho antes de haberla visto. Entre miradas que esconden deseos, mensajes anónimos y verdades que podrían destruirlos, Valentina tendrá que decidir en quién confiar. Porque alguien está mintiendo. Y cuando descubra la verdad, puede que ya sea demasiado tarde para escapar.
  • Just Her Thoughts by Myseilah
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    Clouds of thoughts; Some of these piece were posted on Just Poetry and Arts- just in case, some of you might wonder.
  • Genesis:Requiem by TheCaptain0
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    A mysterious man and a social outcast. Hiding behind those of his superiors, Hans Gottschalk, is his name. And a loyal lapdog is what he is. Or is he? Vergil, a man who has been cast out and left to die, scrounges like a dog for a glint of of the moon and his hope.The world has grown, the problems of the past have been all but eradicated, save poverty. Understanding of science and the world has grown so much, and the population has increased so exponentially, that the Government Sector 0 must start to limit life, through genetic code. Hans, is borne of conflict, he has seen many things. His personal agenda, which he does under the cover of his superiors orders, leads him around the world, until finally Vergil stumbles upon him in a happenstance. A small encounter, nothing drawn. Yet, they are now intertwined in a relentless onslaught. Soon, they are racing against time; Hans is determined to carry out his plan, with or without his Leader knowing, and Vergil vows to stop him. The world is starting to go into disarray as the pristine future world starts to crumble. They are battling with their fists, wits, and speed. The Final Reich is advancing in secret, The masses are rebelling, The leader of the true Altertümlich-Reich is being resurrected by the Factions, Genetic Clocks are about to be spread en masse to dissolve into the bloodstream, spies are turning and revolutionizing a new war; and Hans holds a terrible secret within him, that could mean everything...
  • Moda Fitness Online by paulamodafitness
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  • 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕗𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕤 by cespecarlosandres
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    oᥙtfιt ᥙrbᥲᥒos tᥲᥒto ρᥲrᥲ mᥙjᥱrᥱ tᥲᥒto ρᥲrᥲ hombre o ρᥲrᥲ mᥲdrᥱ ᥱ hιjᥲ dᥲrᥱ mᥙᥴhᥲs ιdᥱᥲs ρᥲrᥲ qᥙᥱ ᥣᥙzᥴᥲᥒ ᥱsρᥱᥴtᥲᥴᥙᥣᥲr