Dismaimer. I do not own any of the characters nor the pieces of the story of the following books: The Academy Ghostbird series, nor the Academy Scarab Beetle series. Those characters belong to C. L Stone. I am only writing this story because I love this books as a lot of you do. And I mean, who wouldn't?
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Sang has a problem, if that's her real name. She woke up. Woke up: Alone, with blood on one side of her abdomen, in a werehouse, with no memories of who, where, why, and what she thinks that the most ridiculous one, when. When she goes out, a women it's waiting for her. She instantly doesn't like her. Brown ruffled hair, glassy watery eyes, and a smirk that send chills down her spine.
"About time, whore..."
From there, her life does downhill. Even though she has the sensation that it never was up...
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Warnings: Cursing, Sexual intercourses, Physical and Sexual Abuse, and in my defense I wanna tell you that English isn't my first language, so if you point out my mistakes I won't mind unless you are being offensive.
Thanks for giving it a chance.
Sang Sorenson has been chewed up and spit out by life too many times.
Abused by her stepmother.
Neglected by her father.
Hated by her sister.
Bullied by jealous girls,
Ignored by nearly everyone else in high school
Sang never gave in.
Even when, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, her family abandoned her with naught but a backpack and a single suitcase containing all of her worldly possessions.
Alone, bruised, and tired of living like this, she took her meager belongings and the few thousand dollars she'd saved all her life she started over, determined to make the best of her freedom.
Three years, a job, months of therapy, and an apartment later she's finally whole for the first time in her life and then 14 wonderful men fall into her calm world, shaking things up once more, his time for the better.
Sang, the blackbourne boys, the toma team and all related academy characters belong to the magnificent C.L. Stone. Everything else belongs to me.