Everything Happens for a Reason

Everything Happens for a Reason

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Two twin brothers who couldn't be more different, two demons with horrible intentions, a wrongly accused fallen angel, and one ghost with more anxiety than any human being. All six were to live their own lives as they wished, alone and at least somewhat peaceful. But their plans of normal lives were crushed when their fates were changed. Somehow, despite living such different lives and having such different strings of fate, their lives and stories would mix together. Each of them would become vital pieces in each others life stories. One by one, their strings of fate will connect until all that is left is a knot. And that knot will be the ones to discover the truth about their lives, about who's really in control.
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the pretty ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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