Deceiteful Innocence

Deceiteful Innocence

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Sometimes, Life is a Bitch. We all have that one friend whom we love to hate. She's beautiful, intelligent, and conniving. If you've never believed the term what goes around, comes around, well you better think again because bitches always end up dying first, one way or another. That's certainly the case for Chantal Smith, a beautiful bitch who died as a beautiful corps. Her friends, Violet, Jamie, Dylan, and Harlow have all been on the edge of their seats ever since she found out about their deepest, darkest and scariest secrets, often times teasing the about it. They were only able to breathe properly when their best friend's body was found wasting away in her family's Villa, but the four of them are harboring a terrible secret that they intend to keep until they're buried twelve feet in the ground. But we all know that secrets have away of resurfacing...not one of them is safe.
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#1 Mystery | #1 Thriller | #1 Young Adult Have you ever known someone more than you know yourself? Known them so inside out that you could finish their sentences and know what they're thinking, just with a glance? That was Casey and I. We were the ultimate best friends. We knew more than we should about each other. I was hopelessly and undeniably in love with him. I still remember the day perfectly. I wish I could say there was something to hint that it was coming. There was nothing. I thought I knew everything about him. Apparently not. He killed himself and a part of me died along with him. He was dead, and so was I. Or, so I thought. ** Cover by Reachingformorex ** © 2017 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

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