ME, HER AND THE PURGE

ME, HER AND THE PURGE

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Bella Thorne
"Moon, what are you doing ?" "I'm gonna purge Ian I have to get my revenge " "You won't do this, No you're not like this " "They made me like this " ........... A girl moved from Canada to New York hoping for a peaceful happy senior year but things changed after she met a group of people who destroyed her,changed her..made her do things she mustn't do, so she decided to purge...but she has a hope, a light which is love but will love change what will happen ?! Warning: This story contains graphic content, violence, rape, and cursing which might be triggering for some readers so be careful. Highest rankings : [#1-Purge] [#1-Cryxreader] [ #1-12hours]
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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