Aiden Kington. Copyright © November 2015. All Rights Reserved.
If you find any ideas from this book, in another story, please message me.
I understand that some people may not like this story, or maybe it's too cliché for some. But I would like, If you don't like my story, please kindly locate all exits and step onto the Nope train. The Nope train will take you anywhere you'd like. Including all of the below:
> The exit button, where you will be assisted to another story.
If you make the mistake of clicking the 'Next' button and you proceed to the next page, please quietly wait for the rage to excel out of my body and into the 'reply' box of your hateful comment.
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Now time for the boring part,
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This book is a work of fiction. names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, events, or locals, are entirely coincidental.
Started: November 19, 2015.
Ended: Still ongoing.
~ If you continue, It's going to be a very eventful ride of drama and more. God Bless and may the odds be ever in your favor. ~
YOU ARE READING
Aiden Kingston
Mystery / Thriller"What are you sorry for, Aiden?"I asked, picking up the broken glass. "I'm sorry you were drunk, but I'm not sorry I kissed you... Can I ask you something?" I nodded and he continued by picking up my purse and dumping it out, "What's your real name...
