Thank you Pennywithaney because if your cover didn't exist, I probably wouldn't have thought of this idea.
I'm working on chapters now :)
The amazing cover is made by stiles24stilinskiXD xx
[THE BEGINNING]
Hope is a fragile thing. Much like a flame, hope flickers out given the wrong move. Irene Taylor cherished the emotion, clinging onto it like one might do to their parents on their first day of school.
However, on a particularly cold day in September, the hope she had been nurturing all this time vanished. And all it took was a phone call.
IRENE WILDWOOD'S cheeks were rosy with cold as she entered Mara's - a coffee shop that Irene swore was the best in Suffolk.
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Wildwood
FantasyThe Wildwoods was a bloodline that had gone for several generations. Banished from their homeland, the Wildwood family tree had adapted to the world of humans. Ariadne Wildwood had absolutely no clue of her ancestors curse. All she knew was the b...
