Journal of the lost

Journal of the lost

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"Looking down at her sword, she sighed and picked it back up. Feeling the cold shoot through her as she gripped the handle, Caroline could do nothing but wait it out. The feeling in her arm would return soon, she knew it. Quietly she turned her attention towards the journal she had thrown at the wall, her dull amber eyes full of scorn and regret. Surely there had to have been a better way to return home. Sadly however, that chance was long gone now." Caroline had been seeing ghosts nearly her whole life, although that never bothered her as much as one would expect. However, she had to admit that her current predicament was much more draining. Forced to travel through a twisted, dull version of earth to find and recapture escaped souls to appease the god Death himself after an unfortunate event during class, she has to decide; Is ones life more important than any other?
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There once was a girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid. Ok admittedly I don't have a curl, and I don't plan on being horrid. I plan to be their worst fucking nightmare. They took the love of my life from me, and they have broken me more than any of their previous attempts could ever dream to. But the jokes on them. My pain is my gain, and I will use it to destroy them. I will solve the prophecy and end this ridiculous power struggle. I will watch their blood fall to the swing of my sword, and I will do it with a smile on my face. My only concern is what will be left of me once the bodies fall. My inner darkness is a crazy, bloodthirsty bitch that enjoys wreaking havoc. I'm not sure that's quite what the Fate's had in mind as their champion and future queen. Meh, fuck it. Let the chips fall where they may. This is the final book in the Pieces of Me trilogy. This is not a stand-alone. Please note this is a reverse harem/ why choose book. Please read the trigger warnings inside. Explicit content R18 readers.

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