Burgundy Thoughts
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  • Reads 77
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 7
  • Time 20m
Ongoing, First published Oct 31, 2019
Mature
Nova keeps hearing voices in her head and cant get them out. She finds herself stuck in a family tree of murder and cant get out. She is castes out by her family she suddenly runs into a group of people who call themselves "The Violet Thorns"
They are known for killing people for money, with the help of the voices in her head she is helping out the gang but suddenly her life changes when on of the gang members starts to like her, what will she do
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