Chz_Writes
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Freedom Again
Young Adult As a kid, Assirem, lacked nothing, she had her parent by her side, her friends, and anything a thirteen-year-old would want. However, fate happened she lost the most precious thing in her life, her father.
Ever since her father's death, her life turned upside down, she met her worst nightmare her stepdad who made her wish she was never born to that pathetic excuse of a life she had, without her father's protection she faced abuse, bullying, and every vicious thing that could happen which led her to run far away from that hellhole. Yet, what happens after is no good for her either.
Little does she know that in her journey to finding herself, she will fall in love with everyone's nightmare, a murderer, Aylan Ahmed. You might like
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