Kamaile by Joni Keamoai

Kamaile by Joni Keamoai

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Raised in the hidden cove of Nualolo Kai, far from familial strife, Kealohilani lived a life of wonder. The only child of Ho'omana, Chief of Manā's western village, and his wife Lilina, she grew up exploring the cliffs of Nāpali, swimming with her sea animal friends, and learning the ways of her people under the watchful eyes of her father, his loyal guards and her mother's ladies in waiting. But when tragedy strikes, Kealohilani's world is shattered, and the young chiefess is thrust into a future she never imagined. No longer shielded by her family's refuge, she must decide: will she rise with courage to face the challenges ahead, or falter beneath the weight of loss? A tale of resilience, kuleana, mo'okuauhau, and the call of destiny, KAMAILE invites you on a journey through the beauty and trials of old Hawai'i-where every choice can shape the fate of a chiefess and her people.
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[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.

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