the beautiful grave (book II)
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  • Parts 28
  • Time 7h 38m
  • Reads 3,374
  • Votes 181
  • Parts 28
  • Time 7h 38m
Complete, First published Jul 09, 2012
Mature
Curses. Desire. Death. Rebirth.
These are the exact things I experienced at Matrix Academy.

        In a short period of three months I had a combination of the best and worst times of my life. My parents had practically left me out for dead in the middle of nowhere - but you know what? I haven't even got to the bad part yet.

        Why is there a gaping hole in my memory from the past three months? I wake up underground, having to dig my way out of soil, with no consciousness of my whereabouts. But then everything is finally explained.

        Frost happened.

[contains: violence, strong language, strong sex, gore, trauma]
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