Cursed Beauty

Cursed Beauty

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The crimson red fabric of my tight form fitting cocktail dress hid any trace of my best friends blood; no one would know I was the one who killed Paisley. Olivia 'Liv' Reid had always been the good girl, always the best at whatever she did. She had big plans for her future, she was going to go far but the night her best friend from childhood died at Liv's hand her bright future vanished in the darkness. Paisley isn't Liv's first victim and she is definitely not her last. There's more to Liv than just her beauty, how will she handle the truth of her curse?
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Liv Winters had an unstable past; since she was fifteen, her home had been a hospital, where she slowly recovered from the things that haunted her nightmares and dreams. But that all changed the moment she was let out. Moving into a new house with her alcoholic mother and her supportive brother, Liv now has to face challenges like none she ever had to deal with in hospital: human interaction. Now, Ryelan Montgomery, or "Rye" was considered her new school's God student; everything he was expected to be and more. Smart, sexy, bad, fun, sexy - he was all of these things. Anyone he wanted, anyone at all, he already had. One glance, one touch, one lingering kiss; that's all it took. His mother and father travelled a lot, leaving him a lonely soul in his own house. But someone like him couldn't settle down; it just wasn't in his nature. Liv, though, catches his eye. Is it her long, wavy hair? Or her soft, pink lips? Or maybe it's those haunting eyes of hers, the kind that leave eternal scars? Whatever it its, he's hell-bent on finding out who she is and why she pushes everyone away from her. Out of care or boredom, not even he knew; all he was sure of was that he could get to anyone he wanted, anyone at all. Especially the least expected.

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