The Diary of the Lost

The Diary of the Lost

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 13, 2020
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Sahara lives alone in Outcast, Ireland. The foggy evening drove her into the dark alleys as she tries to go to the Northern districts for a new beginning. Along her way, a van stopped and drops a man, too close to death and drove away. Out of curiosity, Sahara checked on the body only to be mesmerized by the kindest face she'd ever seen. A lost soul... A lost boy... half dead and not... A black diary, and the story behind the Diary of the Lost. Will she be able to stand the consequences of being the reader? Let's find out in this roller coaster ride of the Rebel Montisenes.
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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