Living in the past

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Hello, I'm sorry about m last book I just lost my passion for it. I will put it back up soon. This book is something I have wanted to do for a while. I hope you like it. I will update every week or at least try to. Please leave feed back whether it's good or bad. Thank you guys.

Warning: strong language and sexual contain. Please  don't read if you are not comfortable with it. There will also be non-consensual sex scenes. Along with abuse, degrading and huge age differences.

Hope you enjoy!!!;)

# picture of Rosaline as a child

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"Daddy?" My small voice whispers as I hold my teddy bear close to my chest.
I can hear people screaming and shouting. Smell the smoke in the air. I hear a dark chuckle from behind me.
"Hello little girl are you lost?" A sinister voice asks from be hind me.
I quickly turn around and look around the room but can't see anything. "Hello? Who's there?" I ask hugging my teddy bear closer to my chest.
"Oh, there's nothing to fear. I would never hurt you.... Well that's a lie I would never kill you." He says evilly.
"W-Who a-are you?" I stutter tears beginning to stream down my face.
"I'm your new 'daddy'." He said maliciously.
All of a sudden he darted out and grabbed me. A scream ripped from me.
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I shot up in my bed panting and covered in sweat. The sun was streaming from my curtains. I ran a hand through my sweaty hair, while trying to control my breathing.
BANG BANG BANG
"ROSALINE!!!! WAKE UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!" Someone shouted through the door.
I sighed. Here we go again. I think. I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I conduct my morning routine.
About 30 minutes later I grab my school bag and head to school. I'm wearing skinny jeans and a T-Shirt with a floral head band. My long waist length red hair flowing around me. Today was Friday so I only had one class. Spanish.
It was boring cause I already knew everything so I mostly sat there and thought about my dream. Or should I say memory.
I glance around the class and notice people shooting me dirty looks. But I'm used to it by know. That's what happens when your the Alpha's unwanted daughter.

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