Wake Me Up |e.s|

Wake Me Up |e.s|

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Leighton Cole is a big time superstar, sure, she's got it all, but her heart is broken. Her childhood was filled with torture, bullying, and self-harm. And the person who started it all is up there with her, the big superstar, Ed Sheeran, and then she comes back to London because her mother gets sick. But what happens when the person you hated the most, is the person you love the most? What happens when they wake you up from a soulless sleep, you didn't realize you were in? Warning! This story contains explicit language, sexual themes, self-harm ideas, and brief use of drugs. Please do not read if you are an unsuitable age for these ideas, if you are, please continue to read. © Ivette Candelaria (iveemadole) Please do not use my ideas, words, or chapters in any of your stories. If you use any subjects in your stories, please let me know, or else you are plagiarizing.
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