Wintermill

Wintermill

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Fun. That's all Maria wanted, needed, in her freshman year of college, nothing harmful. But, when an exclusive clique dares her to break into the Wintermill Plantation, things go a little off course. The owner of the old plantation, Amias, finds her. And he doesn't plan on letting her go anytime soon. --------- "This is some pretty serious The Princess and The Frog shit, Amias." He looks to me quizzically. "Your fascination with that movie is getting out of hand." Excuse me? Out of hand? If you are tre king through the bayou with a human-alligator-repellent, there is no such thing as out of hand. --------- I look at my wrist, where his gaze lies unwavering. There lie not only the bruises from both his and Isaac's manhandling, but also a faint black mark. Probably from the fall in here. Before I can question the man, he walks off. And now I'm freaking stuck in the cellars. Great. Freaking fabulous.... At least there's wine. --------- Will update... after I get my confidence up writing some other books. Working out the kinks and planning ahead, just want to make sure this one is good enough for all y'all amazing peeps.
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Betrayal swirls in her eyes briefly before turning back into fury. Her hands roughly fist my hair tilting my head back, allowing the blade more access to my throat. "You bastard. You hurt him, didn't you?" "I assure you I did not force him to help me." I stare up at Wrens tormented expression, almost enjoying the position she has me in. Her eyes narrow as she leans closer to me, almost inches away, "liar." My response cuts short as a she takes the dagger from my throat and drives the blunt end into the back of my head. The feeling of falling eludes me, as the darkness once circling me now invades my mind. ............................ Waiting is not an easy task, especially when you are planning on murdering the Queen. It has been 14 years since Wren lost everything to Morana's reign. Her home, her father, her hope. Until one day a cloaked man enters her favorite tavern searching for her, he brings along that missing hope she has needed all these years. But in true Wren fashion, she instead attacks him in an alley and ties him up in her room. Because lets face it, how can she trust a word out of Morana's son's mouth.

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