Lost In London

Lost In London

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For all of her life, Cara Stryker had been sheltered in the comforts of her home, and lived in complete discipline under her mother's strict rules. But finally reaching the age of freedom, at eighteen years old, Cara deliberately goes off on a trip to London she knew her mother would never agree on. Things take a turn for the worst when she discovers the influx of crime, a dangerous gang leader, and getting lost in London. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "Cara?" he tested the name on his lips. "Do you know who I am?" I shook my head. The man in front of me had black hair, and dark eyes that held no mercy. They weren't hazel, nor tan. Not even brown. They were dark, too dark to predict a color. "You will," he said to me. "After the next hour and a half you will." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ © Copyright at Muses_ . All rights reserved. A C T I O N - - - - #10
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One minute, Clara was walking home. The next, she was gone. Kidnapped off the street by three strangers-Ezra, Silas, and Lucian-she wakes up in a mansion too perfect to be real. Every room is tailored to her. Every meal, every hobby, every word-they knew everything. And now they expect her to play along in their twisted version of a family. They wanted her. To them, Clara is the missing piece. The daughter they've been waiting for. The one they've been preparing for. Every room is made for her. Every rule is meant to shape her. And every smile hides something sick. Ezra. Calm, calculating, always three steps ahead. No matter how careful Clara is, he sees through her. Every lie. Every escape attempt. Every flicker of rebellion. Silas is distant and cold, but dangerous in his silence. Silas keeps his distance-but when he looks at her, it's like he sees straight through. And Lucian... Lucian's the gentle one.The one who brings her hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and brushes her hair. The one who says this is all for her own good. Lucian is soft-spoken and kind... almost like he wants her to believe this could be real. But it isn't. They don't want her freedom. They want her obedience. Her love. Her role. They call it family. She calls it a nightmare. But if Clara wants to survive, she might have to play along. Even if it means pretending to love her captors. _________________________________________ Author's Note: This is a story I've been wanting to post and now I've finally done it. I would really appreciate your support by voting on the chapters and by commenting, or just leaving suggestions you would like me to incorporate, I'm more than happy to read your suggestions. •Any pictures seen or used throughout this book is not mine, I used Pinterest to cultivate all my ideas. [All credit must go to the rightful owners] DISCLAIMER: This book is not a dark romance, mafia-related, intimate book, it doesn't contain themes associated with those genre

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