THE REST OF MY FOREVER

THE REST OF MY FOREVER

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There were lots of sirens on the morning of October the eighth, enough to unsettle the best of us; and definitely enough to bring the town of Santasport to life. Three cars were parked outside: one was a big white ambulance and the other smaller ones were checked police cars. The paramedics had asked our examiner to get all of us out while they dealt with the body. One of them looked at me- his huge eyes appearing to gaze into my very soul. The look in his pupils confirmed what I already knew- Asa Griffith Jericho was gone. His reign of terror over me had finally ended. He was first to die, but not the last. ~*~* ___ Warning: This book contains themes of murder, depression and bullying. (all in moderation). 1st PLACE WINNER OF THE 'π˜™π˜ͺ𝘷𝘦𝘡π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘳π˜ͺ𝘡π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘡𝘦𝘴𝘡' 2020! 2nd PLACE WINNER OF 'π˜›π˜©π˜¦ 𝘎𝘰𝘭π˜₯𝘦𝘯 π˜‰π˜°π˜³π˜°π˜Άπ˜¨π˜© 𝘈𝘸𝘒𝘳π˜₯𝘴' 2021! WINNER of BEST OPENING and 2nd PLACE WINNER OF THE 'Strawberry Milkshake Awards' 2021! DISCLAIMER: The picture used in the cover is in no way my property, the model is Abdule Niang. If you know the name of the photographer please just DM so I can credit them. Thanks.
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"It's funny how a small, foolish belief can either bloom into something that brightens your life... or destroy it entirely. That's exactly what happened to me- the boy who everyone looked at as if he were bad luck, a curse, a sin that should've never existed in this already damned world. But what happens when you start believing it yourself? When you're forced to witness the terrifying sight of a corpse in the pitch- black darkness? It didn't end there. Because of that so-called bad luck... I met you. You became my bad luck. You became my eternal curse. ⚠️Content warning: This story explores dark and sensitive themes. Please note that these elements do not reflect my personal beliefs or values, and nothing here is meant to romanticise toxic or harmful behaviour. If such topics make you uncomfortable, I sincerely recommend not reading it. And also, This is my very first book, and English is not my first language. There might be some grammar or spelling mistakes here and there, so if you notice anything feel free to let me know! I'd be more than happy to fix them and improve. πŸ’• Thank you for giving this story a chance - your support means the world to me! ✨

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