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Scarface
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Ongoing, First published Feb 14, 2020
What would you do if you got kidnapped for 4 years? What would you do if you got abused at the age of 10?

Will you get over it once you're out of your misery? Or will it still hunt you wherever you go?

They say love can heal all wounds, but will it heal yours once you find it? Or better more, will you ever find it?

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Hi I'm Novah White, I'm 16 years old and this is the story of my life.

 In this story you will read about my journey with my family and friends that's filled with love, hate, happiness, sadness and not to forget Asher Blackwood. Yes, it's filled with Asher Blackwood and his bipolar emotions.
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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 "What?" I ask. He brings his hand to my face. His fingertips brush my lips. "What would you do," he says, "If I kissed you right now?" "I'd probably push you away," I say, and huff out a nervous laugh. I've never been a good liar, and Nate can probably tell because the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he leans a little closer to me. "I really want to find out if that's true or not," he tells me. I'm too frozen to say anything. I'm too frozen to move or breathe, really. Nate's hand snakes around the back of my neck gently. The rings on his fingers cool my burning neck. "Relax," he whispers, and then he closes the distance between us. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Nate Miller left three years ago. Packed a bag in the dead of the night, snuck out the back door, and caught the only bus out of Woodvale, his wretched town. He left Adya behind to pick up the pieces. She had to console his grandmother. She had to bury her feelings for him. She had to deal with her addict mother. And when Nate returns, everything becomes more complicated. Can they mend and repair the friendship they had? Can they handle if their friendship turns into something more? Adya isn't one to trust, not after Nate left; and Nate is cracking under the weight of his emotions. Is love too much to ask from either of them? Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Substance Abuse