Pocket Words

Pocket Words

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Death is the reason I am alive and life is reason I am suffering. My days of killing people had started when I was only seven and finished when I escaped at the age of sixteen. I'm now eighteen years old and I am still running from my past. My name is Astride Winters or as many others know me as A.R Winters, the author of the most popular book series "Secret Misery Murderers". These books of mine expose all the disgusting and filthy secrets in which the service has kept to themselves. They are searching for me, hoping to silence me along with the other runaways and they have found me. To escape my fate I have to move to England and in with my cousin Renee Summers, to hopefully stay hidden. However, when she makes me attend Manchester's Athena College, I meet her childhood friend and the king of the college, Jacob Price, who is the heartthrob and is a complete jerk! Will the service find me? Or will I fall for the heartthrob? [13] Bad language and gore Awesome Cover by @SusanMcauley (c) COPYRIGHT PAWMUSIC2 IF FRAGMENTS OF THIS BOOK ARE USED IT WILL BE TAKEN VERY SERIOUSLY AND WILL GO TO COURT!!!
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