The Siblings
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At just 12 years old, I was an outcast. Sent away to live in the lands outside of the city wall, survival had become a game. Little by little, more and more children joined, sent away by the city. They called us The Siblings. Six years later we had created our own life. A place where we weren't controlled, where we had freedom, unity even. Until the city found us. *** Cass had always been a leader, having been forced out in the hopes that she would die, she had grown up much faster than expected. Now a leader of a whole army of outcasts, there's only so long before the city realises that their plan has failed. But Cass isn't sure if she is ready, and after a warning from a rather attractive guy, she must do all that she can to survive. Thanks to @PMStephens for the beautiful cover! You're awesome!
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Shall we do an experiment? Hear me out: an enemies-to-lovers where love is complicated but never toxic. Where the female lead knows what she wants and takes it. Where the male lead doesn't growl, rage or slam her into walls. A journey with all the angst, secrets, spice and heartbreak of dark romance without the abuse. Are you ready? ******************************************** It's 1984, Queen on the radio and rage in the streets. Moira Bourne, stretched thin between her nanny job, family drama and university classes, fights for the recognition she deserves. Evander Ward, fresh from a gap year in Europe and eager to prove himself, is ready for redemption. Two people whose paths were never meant to cross. When they do, the collision blows their life to smithereens. ******************************************** "Pass the tea, will you?". It came over me - it being it all, the shame, the anger, the sense of injustice and the nine hours I hadn't slept the night before. Those, maybe, more than anything else, because I reached for said tea and, possessed by that mighty cocktail of resentment, spat in it. I did so making sure he could see it, he could hear it. Then I passed it over to him and waited. His smile, at this point, had turned overjoyed, putting the previous ones to shame, revealing their graft. He had received the answer he was hoping for. He took the cup and chugged it down. Looked me straight in the eye and drunk it all. ******************************************** Fair warning: mentions of racism, ED, assault, sexism, and classism ahead. You know where your limits lie. If you find yourself growing uncomfortable with the content, stop reading. Feel free to reach out in the comment section or via private chat. ******************************************** Updates every Tuesday and Friday.

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