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WARNING: Terrible ML and ending. This is the normal cliché but with lots of plot twists and secrets. And if you have read GONE and here no more, you know that I am full of them. In the 19th century, every father is working or enjoying his money, every mother is searching for the perfect rich match for her daughter, every son is busy finding the fancy girl and every daughter is busy of making her self acceptable and pleasant for a rich man except for one. Meet Amelia Abbot, She is a girl who sits at a corner, watches people and examins their actions. She had no care for any man until a specific man sat next to her. He was the first man to catch her attention but with her little sister around, could she find happiness with him? I hope you enjoy it❤❤ #8 Historical Fiction #453 Romance (Thank you so much😭😭❤❤) 🏅Best Historical Fiction (Fruit Awards) 🏅Historical Fiction Runner-up (Creativity Awards)

Alister Archibald Adams is a long and rather laughter prone name. However, this name belongs to a boy rather prone to cutting laughter short, and not in the nicest of ways either. Alister is a ball of infuriated teenage angst, and, rather idiotically, his (adoptive)parents decided to add another thing to the large pile of reasons he hated them. They were moving out of their cruddy house, so that they could live in an infuriatingly isolated small town in Oregon, called Rowan Ridge. Forcing him to leave his friends and all of the people he liked to torment behind so that they could live in an old, probably rat infested, cottage in the woods. Fair to say, he was elated. ... We moved to Rowan Ridge, Oregon, two weeks ago, apparently, my great grandmother passed in her sleep, so my adoptive family decided to move to the town where the roots of my family tree settled the deepest. My great-grandmother's house was left to her only living family, Me. Jane, my (adoptive) mother, is always trying to help and screwing up tremendously but this time I think that she may have outdone herself. There is something not right about this town. I don't know what it is, but I can feel it. The town's people they watch us like they know something we don't about ourselves. As though they can tell just by the way we look that we don't belong here. I think that there is something they are trying to hide from us, something about each and every one of them, something that makes them look at my (adoptive)family like they are hungry, or afraid. Something that makes everyone go silent when I walk into the classroom, even though I haven't done anything to deserve it, yet. Whatever that something is I'm going to find out, and you better bet your ass I'm not going to stop if they try to threaten me. The threat will just make things a little more interesting.