Consequences [On Hold] (Premonitions Series Book 2)

Consequences [On Hold] (Premonitions Series Book 2)

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación dom, abr 27, 2014
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I’ve walked down this road before - same guy, similar problems, and still floundering when it comes to what I'm supposed to do. But I was happy. He needed me and I needed him. I think that’s why we still work after everything that's happened. But now something’s changed. Her death consumes him. He acts differently and I guess I do too, all things considered. But I can’t bring her back. There is no upside to helping her. So I shouldn’t bring her back right? But when the consequences outweigh the rewards you can’t stay that way. I’m trying to fix what I’ve done, but I have been left wounded too. When the world is literally at the palm of your hand it’s hard to say no. The beast of this hunger is consuming from the inside out.
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No one can prepare you for the moment your life is ripped apart and thrown into the depths of hell. I trusted my parents and believed their love was unconditional - until I sat with their blood staining my hands. The day I was taken from my old life was the day I died inside. Everything that made me who I am was lost in an instant. Now, trapped as a prisoner in his grasp, he hungers for me but I want no part of him. Every second here crushes my soul, reminding me that this is not where I am meant to be. I crave escape with every fiber of my being, or so I thought. But as the days drag on and my will to resist weakens, control slips through my fingers like sand, leaving me at the mercy of his twisted desires. The longer I stay the more I'm starting to lose control.

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