Loving Madly
Loving Madly

Loving Madly

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Emily Hall is a journalist who shares her apartment with her friend Kaylee. To celebrate their roommate's birthday, they decide to go to a concert by a band known as the Arctic Monkeys. Fulfilling her job, the girl interviews Alex, the lead singer of the band. Days later, the boy goes to Chicago, meeting Emily. An accident that will bring them closer than they imagined, a friendship put at risk and a passion that, in addition to being intense, was about to set the three of them on fire.
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Escrevo fanfics desde 2014 com o pseudônimo de UnbrokenHeart nos sites Fanfiction.net (https://www.fanfiction.net/~unbrokenheart) e no Socia...

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