When Victoria's long-time boyfriend breaks up with her she's convinced that she will never be happy again. But after meeting the new student, Will Prescott, things start to look up. Victoria is happy again and even when a little voice tries to tell her that something isn't quite right with her new r
Bruises of the Heart
β Scribed by J. J. Nite
- Book ID
- 108143373
- Publisher
- Astraea Press, LLC
- Year
- 2014
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 234 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781621352044
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
When Victoria's long-time boyfriend breaks up with her she's convinced that she will never be happy again. But after meeting the new student, Will Prescott, things start to look up. Victoria is happy again and even when a little voice tries to tell her that something isn't quite right with her new relationship, she holds on even tighter. Before long even Victoria can't deny that she needs to end her new relationship, but can she get out before something happens to change her forever? Or will she be lost?
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