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Chaos In Haven

Penulis: yuriiiii
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Baca novel Chaos In Haven yang ditulis oleh penulis yuriiiii yang diterbitkan di WebNovel. Eris Clorance; at least that’s what she goes by, is a sixteen year old prodigy. Her bubbly yet brutally straightforward personality surely makes her stand out at school, although it’s her brains that ...

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Eris Clorance; at least that’s what she goes by, is a sixteen year old prodigy. Her bubbly yet brutally straightforward personality surely makes her stand out at school, although it’s her brains that makes her stand out the most. She may seem like an open book and you may think you know everything about her, but the tiny girl had a huge secret that she thought she was hiding pretty well until she stumbled across Noah Anderson. Eris thinks nothing of their reunion, thinking he probably didn’t remember her so she befriends him again. Only to find out that he didn’t forget anything. At all.

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Upon a Certain Death

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