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One by One by ferociouschelsea
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She was told her past was what it was. She had left it behind, hidden from her present, away from everything and everyone else. But secrets aren't buried forever. No, secrets always come back, just like the dead. - In a life and death situation, Brady must face her demons and defeat them before they intervene and destroy everything she's ever known. She must face every lie she's ever lived before they consume her. Lies aren't what make you, lies define you. Lies define Brady. One by one her demons shall rise and there's no stopping until she pays her past a visit. The book is completed! Major editing needed but please feel free to comment, vote and send me a follow! I hope you enjoy the book as much as I enjoyed writing it ♡ Book cover by @dearphoebe All Rights Reserved.
Hanging On To You by ferociouschelsea
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When a girl ends up at the doorstep of an all-boys fraternity house, no one expects anything. That is until she says she wants to be a part of Sigma Phi Epsilon, which happens to be an all-boys fraternity house. Join her as she embarks on a journey of living with a house full of hot Gods, rivalry crushes, uncovering hidden secrets about her brother's death, making mistakes and living the life of the one and only Austen Greene. What happens in stories with a tinge of mystery? Let's just say, you will be surprised. - Read the first chapter for a small glimpse of what this book really is about because I reckon my summary sucks balls. Add to your library to stay updated. Updates will be often, for those wondering. Until then, enjoy the little things in life. :)
I'm Alright by ferociouschelsea
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Leukemia. Cancer. My passage to the afterlife. Raped in high school, abused by my parents, bullied by school mates, beaten up to a pulp everyday by "friends". I was a broken girl that shared no love with anyone but myself. It took cancer to tell me that it was alright. It took cancer to let me know that I had a life worth living. It took cancer to give me hope that the world wasn't as ugly as it seemed. It took cancer, to wake me up. The ugly life I lived, didn't matter anymore, because I had woken up. I'm alright, now.