Serena's adventure's with the host club

how I met the host club

AUTHORS NOTE!!

This is my first book I have published so I would appreciate any constructive criticism you may have about the book, I will try to reply to any comments you may have for me.

Thank you for reading my book enjoy

TRIGGER WARNING DARK CONTENT

MURDER, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSULT AND FURTHER IN THE BOOK SELF HARM AND SUICIDE

authors P.O.V

A lone girl wandering the dark crowded streets in search of something to eat after being kicked out by her father for the night as he entertained a lady of the night therefore banishing the poor girl out on to the unforgiving streets. This is the story of Serena and her life with all its ups and downs.

Serena P.O.VAs I made my way down the street I ducked into a small alley full of boxes hoping I would be the only one there unfortunately there was an old man who was curled up in a large box, not knowing where else I could go I quietly walked down the alley and found a box big enough for me to curl up in. I started to shiver as the temperature dropped after while unfortunately I wasn't even able to pick up a blanket or a coat as my father threw me out, I tried to curl up tighter as the wind began to howl. Eventually I drifted into dreamland only to wish I didn't, if only I wasn't cursed were my final thoughts before my world faded into black.

Dreamland

As I looked around I was in a large field with my mother holding me I started to crying hugging her tightly so scared to let her go again, however when I looked up again it was not my mother holding me it was my father when we first lost her. Whispering everything was going to be okay before he changed. The scene around me span changing into the worst day of my life a day that had plagued my dreams for such a long time, it was my mother's corpse with my father straddling her with a knife in his hand. Blood still dripping from the steel weapon, trying but failing to keep my sobs to myself my father turned to face me with a grin that made him look so cruel and insane. The scene once again morphed into another scene that made me whimper in fear just from the thought of what was happening.

I was shaken awake by a blurred shape that I would soon wish was just a dream. The figure stood 6ft tall, towering over my small teenage frame I wished that my mother was still alive to save me again as the figure easily pinned my small malnourished body to the floor violating me making me hate myself even more.

When morning finally came and people started to appeared on the streets I slowly got up pain spreading through my body like fire, blood dripping from the cuts that damned man gave me I started to walk towards my father's house when my body suddenly became too heavy to support making me collapse the last thing I remember was a good looking group of boys running towards me before once again my world became black.

As I awoke seven faces surrounded me I tried to move back to gain some distance between me and them.

This is the story of how I met the hosts and how they changed my life.