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Her Eyes на UrbanQueen
UrbanQueen
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Texas born twins Cilia and Iris Hunter were brought to Brooklyn, New York and given up for adoption at the age of one. But their foster mother Ms. Pat never cared about them and only adopted the twins for a check from the government, leaving Cilia, the more feisty and braver twin to raise her sister, Iris. At ten the girls meet a boy named Allele Coleman, just as snappish and street savvy as Cilia. The girls soon learn that Allele too also goes through trouble in his own home. So the three quickly decide to run away together where they live on the streets for years with mostly Cilia and Allele protecting Iris, until an incident causes Cilia to get incarcerated, separating her from the only family she ever knew. When she comes out several years later and finds Iris and Allele, it's no surprise that she finds out the weaker of the group, Iris is sick. She's blind. Iris is told the only way her vision can be restored is through surgery. With a newfound attitude from prison, Cilia will stop at nothing to help her sister. Cilia and Allele go on a mission that requires $150,000 dollars in order to restore...her eyes. Cover by: @dragology
excerpts на cloudygrayskies
cloudygrayskies
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excerpts from books i'll never write advice & nonsensical blurbs realizations & regrets heartbreak & pain thoughts & fears hopes & dreams shorts & stories forever ongoing, so long as our minds do not stop imagining and inventing and we do not stop living. #1 Poetry 8/19/16 read my new poetry collection: clouds.
Untouched ✔ на _salacious
_salacious
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"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14