Beat The Books Discord Novels & Stories

You can join the discord group by the l**k in my bio of I*******m account to connect with other readers that share similar interests. I conduct poles and you can ask from my older readers: your opinion matters. My new schedule is available, so you know when to expect the next parts and where. You can find my other books and personal recommendations as to which is the best app to read them. Last and definitely not the least: I conduct events where the winner gets the chance to request for an extra chapter of any novel and it will be published within 24 hours. Also, fun quizzes, important decisions, are all there. If you liked it all, then follow me on I*******m @lexi.priyanshi. (I will remind

"The last pitch is from the Uranus booth! Dole one! Dole two! Dole three! Sold!" ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 Someone is about to be beaten up 💔😂😂 . . . .

Sorry for having not updated for si long guys 😩😩. I had some issues but everything is settled now, so update will be coming everyday. please #vote#

He immediately removed himself from the queue and proceeded to open the chatroom between him and Xyla Quest in Wechat. After hovering his finger above the screen for a few seconds, he narrowed his eyes a little. “I’ve already memorized the book. What’s next?” Right then, Xyla was also waiting in a queue for her teammates to get matched. “Beep beep…” When Xyla’s phone suddenly started vibrating, she shifted her gaze to the phone. She was surprised to read what Five Batton sent her. How was he able to memorize everything in that book in such a short amount of time? Did he have a photographic memory? How else was that possible?

Note : Dont forget follow mysocial media for news updatw my book. Ige : queen.chachacha Fbee : queencha queencha

Please support the book! Thank you so much!!!!!

'X' ** Hey, Sisters! Check out this book's I*******m page and join us there: I*******m: @voodooqueensnola

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.