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          o @aitana_z,
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Gracias por añadir mi historia a tu lista de lectura, espero que te guste ✨️

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          Buenas tardes , acabo de empezar a escribir y me gustaría que mirarais mi primer libro!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/398969597?utm_source=android&utm_medium=whatsapp&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=StarswhispersToMe
          
          
          Five minutes crawled by like an eternity before Mr. Lockhart finally turned to us. His sharp gaze cut through the air, and instantly, we both found something—anything—else to look at. Even Damien’s quiet, unreadable stare felt unbearable.
          
          “I’ve seen the video,” Mr. Lockhart said at last, his voice low but laced with authority. “And now I know exactly who started this chaos.”
          
          Silence. The kind of silence that presses down on your shoulders and dares you to breathe.
          
          His eyes narrowed just slightly. “Your punishment will be different from the others. Consider it a lesson—to never act without thinking again.”
          
          Mr. Lockhart looked at Damien and gave him the smallest of nods. Damien’s lips curved, just slightly, like he already knew what was coming.
          
          “You’ll be working for the student council from now on,” Mr. Lockhart said.
          
          Sienna blinked. “Wait—you want us to become council members?”
          
          I slapped my palm to my face. “Sienna…”
          
          But it was too late. Damien smirked. Oh no. That smirk was not a good sign.
          
          “Not as members,” Mr. Lockhart clarified smoothly, his eyes glinting with that terrifying strategist calm. “As workers. If the council room floor is dirty—you clean it. If a member wants coffee—you fetch it. If their clothes get dirty—you handle the laundry.”
          
          I felt my jaw drop. “So… basically… you want us to be slaves?”
          
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https://www.wattpad.com/story/393617026?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=purpleskiesanddreams

Hola, gracias por seguirme. Espero que disfrutes de mis obras. Déjame tus comentarios en los capítulos; me gusta interactuar con mis lectores. Si te gustan los capítulos, puedes votar; te lo agradeceré mucho, ya que es muy importante y me entusiasma continuar subiendo mis obras. Que disfrutes de las lecturas. ✨❤✨

Holis te puedo invitar a leer mi libro?? Cualquier cosa puedes borrar este msj <3 se encuentra en mi perfil 

Hola, ¿qué tal? He visto que te gusta mucho leer y participar, así que te escribo por si te apetece darle una oportunidad a mi novela. ¡Espero que te guste!
          Un saludo y gracias. 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/361352518-la-chica-de-los-viernes-%C2%B7%CD%BD%CA%98%CD%BC%C2%B7

Hola, disculpa pero me gustaría tu apoyo para que leas mi obra aquí dejo la información y si puede sígueme por wattpadd 
          
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