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My Crazy Housemate

NOTE: THIS BOOK HAS COME TO AN END! YOU MAY FIND A LOT OF TYPOS AND ERRORS, PLEASE IGNORE THEM FOR NOW. THANK YOU! When a player meets a difficult Housemate.. *He returned from his long trip to find a lady living in his house.* "I want you out of my house this minute!" He demanded angrily. "If you don't want to see me around you can just leave instead" She shot back at him. "This is my house!" He said in a tone of disbelief and raised his voice, hoping she would finally realise that he was being serious. "Fine! Your sister can just go to jail then" She yelled back at him. Have you ever met a difficult girl? Well, you can meet one now... Mia Lucas. But what happens when they are both low-key perverts who found themselves drawn to the other? Let's take this ride together.... NOTE: You 'may' dislike the FL at first since she isn't the usual kind and gentle type but I assure you, you are going to eventually fall in love with her. So just exercise a little patience with her while you read. As you read, please try to support, write a review, leave a comment and vote.. Thank you *muah*

ThatAmazingGirl · Urban
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306 Chs

Depressed 1

Mia stood outside the police station, trying and failing to keep her anxiety in check. What if her father was in there? Seeing him for the first time in 8 years, she wasn't sure how she would react. But what if it was a bad news?

She went inside and it didn't take long before someone approached her. After telling her who she was here for, the policewoman led her to an office where she found her mother and Mary bawling their eyes out. There were two other officers inside the office—one was middle aged and sitting in the main office chair while the other one who looked ten years younger was standing beside him. It looked like they had just given them a bad news. 

"You must be Miss Mia?" The elderly police asked. When she nodded, he asked her to sit which she did albeit reluctantly as she looked at the other two who hadn't bothered to look at her. They were busy crying.