Hot Days And Cold Nights [Ongoing Editing]

Hot Days And Cold Nights [Ongoing Editing]

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Aug 11, 20195h 27m
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After the tragic death of her sister, Adrienne, along with her twin, must overcome their horrific past to have a semi-normal future. "Before we became twins we were triplets." "LILIENE!" "You can leave. They all do." "Hello Adony." Unwanted obstacles and Untold truths...... "I'm Austin." "I can't stand by and watch her marry him." "My real name isn't Kylie Danford." "Cyrus is in love with you." Along with her friends, family and Mafia...... "FOR LILIENE!" "We're not identical strangers, Adrie!" "I want in the mafia." "Don't ever deprive me of my talent." Will they succeed....... "Let me do this!" "I will never hold back on killing you." "Beep." "Are you satisfied?" Or will they relive their past....? "Keith." "He's holding his freaking grandchildren hostage!" "Te amo." "Is this your happy ever after?" ♥•♥Hot Days & Cold Nights ♥•♥ "Bang!" "Because I'm satisfied with this ending to your meaningless life." ~~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~~ °Rated PG. 13 °Includes torture scenes and deaths, languages, sex and flashbacks. °First time story so no hate please
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They took me when I was three. Since then, I've forgotten what safety feels like... what love is supposed to be. Every scar on my body tells a story-none of them with a happy ending. By day, I protect my little brothers. By night, I fight to silence the screams echoing in my head. There's no escape from this house. Not yet. But I haven't given up. Not completely. Sometimes, I wonder... What if there's more to my past than I know? What if I wasn't meant to live like this-trapped, broken, forgotten? And what if... just maybe... Someone out there still remembers me? Someone who could love me enough to bring me back to life? "This is an AU story, and the main focus of the story is on Maya." ⚠️Content Warning: This story contains themes and scenes that may be triggering to some readers, including: • Sexual assault • Physical violence • Blood • Substance use and overdose • Characters death • Mental health struggles • Insomnia • Alcohol consumption • Use of offensive/explicit language . Abuse . Flash backs . Torture . R@pe Please proceed with caution.

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