ELYSIUM

ELYSIUM

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Elysium noun [ih-liz-ee-uhhm] any place or state of perfect happiness; paradise After we graduated we are promised a new start, a fresh discovery of the world we live in. And we are promised to find love and experience it in the most sophisticated and beautiful way. Levinia Black is just about to start living. And loving, her Hayden Crow. This isn't a slow burn, nor is it a mafia or billionaire story. It is a story of pure love that makes you dream, live, and breathe. It is the kind of book that will make you long for it all. If there is one promise I can make you, dear reader, is that you will fall in love with at least one of the characters through the eyes of the other.
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Annie Bloom is an average girl. She's in college, has a best friend, works, and studies. Yet one day she finds herself attacked, hospitalized, and nearly killed. Her best friend, Will, is certain it has to do with the guy she just started dating. Is Will jealous? Could her new boyfriend be involved? Or is it someone else entirely? Annie must find out quickly because every day could be her last. *** I could feel nothing but the pain. I felt every hit in excruciating detail with each erratic, painful heartbeat as my world became reduced to a series of agony. I struggled to breath through the broken ribs that constricted my airflow like a two-ton concrete slab had fallen on me. The blood from the blows to my head rolled down my face in waves. My arm was twisted at an impossible angle, yet I couldn't scream because my mouth would not open. I could feel the kicks coming at me from all directions, and as I received another one to the head I knew this was the end for me and my heartbeat slowed. The stab wound was bleeding too much for me to survive. When they left me for dead my eyes began to droop and the last thing I saw through fuzzy tunnel-like sight was a man running towards me before one final rattling breath coursed through my broken body and my heart stopped beating.

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