All is Never Enough | ✓

All is Never Enough | ✓

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"I didn't ask for this, Hero. I didn't ask for any of this." Nora Johannes was poor. That was one way to describe her. She was poor in the means that she lacked everything a normal teenage girl in her town wouldn't: a stable home, a loving family, and friends to gossip the night away with. Nora lacked the norm. Hero, on the other hand, did not. Hero Woods was the norm. He created the trends in Hillcrest Memorial and roamed the halls in confidence: he was also the person who brought all of his five, trustworthy friends together. Nora had enough. Hero had it all. But what if 'enough' was no longer sufficient? What if Hero's 'all' became too much? What if their all was never enough? Achievements: #7 in Heartbreak #5 in Badboy #10 in Trauma
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A complete blackout had occurred to me while I lay down almost lifeless at the school's hallway. The smell of blood, the sight of blood made my cries heavier. Their laughter as they walked away, leaving me all alone at the hallway to die. I slowly lifted up an arm from the floor and slowly touched my head in fear. I looked at my bloody palm and my heaving fastened. I was going to die. I knew I was. All this didn't stop me. Dying over and over again because of his Victim game still didn't stop me. "I'm really stupid for still loving you after what you did to me. I thought I was like the special girl you ever met but it hurts when I realize I'm just like every girl you had to screw. I'm just like every girl you had to break up with after you were done with them. It was Freya, Hillary and some other girls who keep glaring at me anytime they see me and now I'm next. Do you have fun torturing other girls just because they like you?" I became a hateful Victim. NB: Contains Mature Themes & Strong Language Rated 18+ Book 1 of the Victim Games

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