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Love, Beauty, and Gold

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Lisez le roman Love, Beauty, and Gold écrit par l'auteur Girl_Writer publié sur WebNovel. Y/N L/N's life was always perfect.-----She lived in Boston with her dad, a successful businessman, who didn't have much time with her. Her stepmother, a rather beautiful woman who tried her best to be...

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Y/N L/N's life was always perfect. ----- She lived in Boston with her dad, a successful businessman, who didn't have much time with her. Her stepmother, a rather beautiful woman who tried her best to be a good mother to Y/N. And lastly, her little sister was perfect in every way in Y/N's eyes. They lived in a victorian styled mansion that was slowly expanding through the years. She also knows all about the other side of her family. The godly side. Her father had explained it to her when she was old enough to understand but young enough to believe. Of course, her father never mentioned who her mother was. He made her take archery lessons when she was 12-years-old and for her 13th birthday, he gifted her with an archery set to protect herself from the monsters and creatures that would soon come after her. Her grades never dipped below a B and her mini business of selling baked goods was prospering... but nothing good ever lasts. Everything in her life changed when a Kraken attacked the ship she was on.

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