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Alaska Dream

Autor: Rive022
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Lee la novela Alaska Dream escrita por el autor Rive022 publicada en WebNovel. "Mentari itu lucu walau selalu berganti, namun ia tak pernah menoreh sebuah luka yang begitu mendalam." Velyana Aksara Bintang"Ombak itu aneh berkali-kali menghantam kerasnya batu karang, namun tak se...

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"Mentari itu lucu walau selalu berganti, namun ia tak pernah menoreh sebuah luka yang begitu mendalam." Velyana Aksara Bintang "Ombak itu aneh berkali-kali menghantam kerasnya batu karang, namun tak sedikitpun kesedihan terlukis di setiap desiran nya." Felix Dirgantara Juna. Velyana Aksara Bintang seorang gadis yang dapat melihat masa depan melalui mimpi tak pernah menyangka sang pacar mengkhianatinya, walau telah berulang kali kata maaf ia terima. Walau demikian ia tetap saja menerima sang pacar apa adanya. Walau ia dapat memprediksi hal itu melalui mimpi, namun tetap saja ia menaruh harapan lebih terhadapnya. Felix Dirgantara Juna seorang lelaki yang tidak percaya akan cinta semenjak pertemuannya dengan Vely, ia rela melakukan apa saja demi gadis bernama Vely. Namun apakah keduanya dapat menjadi sepasang kekasih yang utuh? Atau malah kebalikannya?

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