Torn
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//P.s. the cover WAS infact done by your's truly so.... i dont know, dont sue me i gusse...anyway// having almost lived her entire life in solitary confinement (building five) of nanbaka prison, y/n wasn't really used to being transferred cell to cell, let alone sharing one. Read how the murderous inmate fifty-five, ends up falling and being torn beetween three of her love interests. //I know, i know the description is cheesy as fuck, but I couldn't come up with anything better so hike up your skirts and deal with it,... You now I love you all so shut up,//
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Viper: When I was a kid I was naive, shy, and easy to push around. I was a little girl who dreamt of sunshine and rainbows. But that all changed when I was 10 years old and my grandparents died. I found myself utterly and completely alone in this world. One bad thing after another seemed to hit me. I of course dealt with it. I dealt with it because a man in a black leather Jacket and fucking amazing ink told me how to survive this cruel world. Sometimes you just have to get mean. And so I did. It became my only vice when shit got tough. I am fine on my own. I don't need anyone. Ryker: When I found her at just ten years old, she was just as cute, button-nosed, and sweet as a jar of honey. I gave her a bit of advice to survive this cruel world. She needed to learn to be a little mean, otherwise she would have been eaten alive. But now that I found her again, she isn't who she was when we first saw each other. She was known as Viper. She seemed to have taken my advice to heart. And fuck, I believe I created a fucking monster. Viper, a dark-haired, green-eyed, wicked smile, and sharp tongue. She thinks she has to do it on her own. But in reality, she doesn't. She has family. She has me. And Lucifer forbids anyone fucks with what belongs to me. Charlie: When I met her at fourteen years old, I never expected her to stay. She was just some kid wanting a tattoo. She was a firecracker waiting to explode. She was protective of things and people that belonged to her. Dan was meant to just kick her out and let her go on her way, but she stayed. Viper, she calls herself. A dark-haired, green-eyed, wicked smile, and sharp as fuck tounged girl. She's tough but needs to learn she has people to lean on. She has family. She has me. And God forbids anyone fucks with what belongs to me. (Fanfic of a book)

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