The Chronicles of Bewa 89: Pitch Black
CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE Pitch Black “Madame Bewa.” I groaned heavily when I heard Clément’s husky voice…
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The Chronicles of Bewa 88: Are we friends?
CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT Are we friends? “I thought I told you not to put me in this kind of situation …
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The Chronicles of Bewa 87: No!
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN No! Through the wave of the golden sunlight, I watch a small brown bird fly to…
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The Chronicles of Bewa 86: Beautiful girl
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX Beautiful Girl The nursery glowed with warmth. Soft golden sunlight spilled thro…
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