Cover Maker ( Open !!!)

Cover Maker ( Open !!!)

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The only sound that was heard were the clicks of the keyboard as her hands worked on their own. The words overflowed her mind. She wrote every thought and feeling. A story that only the most beautiful minds would understand. Just like hers. When her words were placed neatly on the electronic , white paper , she stood up and carried her laptop to her destination. Wattpad. She looked for a person who would make a face for her book. Since she didn't know a lot about covers , she looked for someone who did. She walked through the street and stopped. A sign was hanging on the side of a shop. The sign said 'Cover Shop' A little sentence was under it. But she couldn't make out the words. The only word she could read was 'for free'. She entered the shop and the smell of old books and tea hit her nose. A small girl greeted her and said " Do you want a cover ? " She said yes and asked for details , but the little girl said " Of course. Come in ! " She stepped inside and sat where the little girl pointed. She looked around and saw long shelfs full of books and paper flying around by a gentle wind. A little, wobbly teacup heading her way. The little girl said " would you like some tea first ? "
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As I leave, the cold British wind greets me. I zip up my sweater, and start walking home. Thanks to my parents, I don't have a car. "You're too irresponsible for a car, Courtney. You can always save up for one once you leave this house," my father had scoffed when I asked him. I walk at a fast pace, hoping to avoid any random strangers lurking in the dark streets. "Hey, darling. What are you doing all alone in the dark?" I hear a voice ask. I pick up his deep, British accent. I ignore him, and start jogging. Just a few more streets... I hear his swift feet, and he grabs me from behind, pressing a wet cloth on my face. He drags me behind a building. My muffled screams are the only noise in the silent night. I try to break from his strong, yet careful hold. I wiggle under his grip, but he only lets out a sigh. "Shhhhh...don't scream...everything will be alright...shhhh..." he whispers. I feel warm tears slide down my face, and my eyesight blurs, and I stop screaming and escaping. The last thing I see are the swaying trees. Then... DARKNESS... ✯✯✯✯✯ 19-year-old Courtney Thompson hates her life. From her annoying stepmother, to her overprotective father. The only thing that keeps her alive is her brother and reading. She's always wanted to die, but after being kidnapped, all she wants is to live. Her kidnapper is beyond amazing. From the good looks, to his niceness. But that's what he is...a kidnapper. A killer. A stalker. ✯Will she fall for him, even if he kidnapped her?✯ ✯Will she find out the countless secrets that he hides?✯ ✯Will she escape?✯ Will she fall victim to... STOCKHOLM SYNDROME? ✯✯✯✯ © DorkaliciousDama13 2016 Please don't copy. This book is original, and it comes from a place called "BRAIN". Plus...you'll be in BIG trouble if you copy my book. I don't own 1D. (❤I Wish❤...)

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