Destiny Of Fire

Destiny Of Fire

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Iris Mclowry is twenty two and passionate about her heritage. She's Irish by blood, and proud of it. When her parents were forced to move to America when she was just four years old because of her father's job, it became a yearning for finding their way back. Now Iris is working her hardest between college, her pottery business, a second job, and regular life to help her parents get back home. The passionate spitfire with carrot colored hair down to her waist would do anything for her parents, but how far is she willing to go before she has to make a choice between family and love? Suddenly her mother's constant nagging for her to settle down and marry is getting in the way of her life goal when Mike Dirnt accidentally steps into the picture. She has a choice, which one will she make? (This cover is made by my beautiful friend (@SuffocatingSnowflake)
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Hannah I lost hope on me, on love. I knew that I would never love or be loved by anyone. And I was fine with that. Until I met him. The rockstar everyone worshiped, that man who showed me that I could love again, that I could trust men again, the one who saved me. Kris I always knew that I was born for this, for playing and writing music, I had a pretty amazing life, I was so lucky, until I met her, those green eyes who showed me all that I have been missing, those green eyes who showed me that I was born to save her. This story is dedicated to all woman who had been victims of domestic violence, sexual, verbal or psychological. Never forget that You are strong.

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