The best art comes from the heart ...
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I'm Ace Baye , an alumni of Brookesville High , and I'm the receiver of my sisters journal entries . I know the secrets that lie in the cursed school , and the people that are drawn to it . Meet your narrator .
Fiona Heralds . The new girl at Brookesville High School for the Arts , and she is ready to rise up . The only person standing in her way is little Leisel Baye , my sister , she's also the resident Photographer . The job Fiona believes she's born to have
Leisel Baye . An average girl , small , nerdy and quiet . She is also the star pupil in BHSA , known for her innovative photos . What happens when new kid , Fiona comes into her life , and she finds out , just how special Fiona is .
When these two girls collide , and
they both learn dark truths , how will it end ? Only I know that .
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In this mystery/thriller book , two girls from different worlds collide , and the result is more then interesting .
Authors notes : I own the characters , not the cover . This story may contain graphic details , and some mild swearing . This is my first official story , and I'm proud of it . I will be more then happy to receive suggestions on how to improve this story , but please do not be aggressive ... Thanks !
Secrxt_luv made the fabulous cover ! Thanks !
She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up.
Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb.
The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian.
I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox.
They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God.
#1 in Dark Romance
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