Ms.Mallory Cravings

Ms.Mallory Cravings

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[ON HIATUS] St. Agustin Academy school for rebellious teenage girls. It was a dormitory far away from the city and everyone. Everyone fear the academy because of its structures. High walls standing around the academy almost cover the entire school. The school was run by Nuns. One of them was Ms. Mallory, the head of them. She was forty years old in the current year. Every year she picked the most rebellious teen transferee from the other school and make it her personal assistant. Some of the rumors going around the academy that she was using was black magic to discipline the picked student. It was middle of the school year, just when Annicka Moran transfer in the prestigious academy. She was blondie, green eyed, petite, and tattooed just what Ms. Mallory crave for.
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In the soft golden haze of the 2000s, there lived a name whispered through halls of wealth. Selena Mcgraw. A daughter of legacy, an heir to empires, and a woman who loved no one but herself. She was fire wrapped in silk, a queen without a crown, untouchable, unshaken, unbothered. But love does not knock, it crashes. And so came someone she never sought, never imagined, yet could never forget. This person brought chaos to her calm, and warmth to her winter soul. They lit up corners of her heart she didn't know were dark. With her, she learned joy was not eternal, and pain had many colors. She laughed, she broke, she bloomed, she bled. And though the world remembers her as strong, those who truly knew will speak of the softness she once hid the parts of her only love could awaken. This is not just a story. It is a memory, fading, aching, beautiful. Let us step into the pages of Selena Mcgraw's past, and weep not just for how it ended...but for how deeply she lived. ... The devil can't reach you. So he send this story to you.

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