Pure
  • ЧИТАТЕЛЕЙ 14
  • Всего голосов 1
  • Части 2
  • Время 5m
  • ЧИТАТЕЛЕЙ 14
  • Всего голосов 1
  • Части 2
  • Время 5m
Текущие, впервые опубликовано дек. 13, 2017
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Crystal Gethsemane is 17, and she's living in London with her dad. She supposedly has one of the most purest hearts on Earth, and she doesn't know whether or not she feels good or evil. That is, until she meets William Hill. He's dark. Very dark. She realizes how deep of a mess she's getting into. But it's worth it.
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Book 1 of the "Used to Be" Series Scarlett Fisher: the school's resident mean girl. Beautiful, smart (but doesn't let people know), charismatic, confident (or at least that's what everyone thinks.) The truth is, she's scared, Scared that one day people will see past her smile and charm, and see the person she really is on the inside. Scared that someone will remember who she used to be. ~•~ Now I know I seem like a bitch, and your probably thinking I'm your stereotypical mean girl, but I wasn't always like this, back when high school first started. I had a best friend who I thought I would be friends with forever. I was shy and timid, and I was foolish enough to believe what people told me. Back then everyone knew me as Arora. After the incident I decided to stop going by my first name, I had also learned that being mean, and not taking anything form anyone was the only way to get people to treat you with respect. ~•~ Arora Fisher: the girl most people didn't notice until they needed help with homework, the girl who was voted most likely to disappear and no one would notice. The girl who her believed in the good in others, who wanted to just give people a chance, no matter how many red flags. The girl who was lost to tragedy. ~•~ "We'll be broken together." He try's to smile, but he can't manage it and I nod, knowing how much pain he feels. "We'll be broken together." I whisper, after that we sit there, in an empty silence, neither of us wanting to be the first one to speak again, because it feels off, like the sound of our own voices might somehow break our hearts more.