Flame : Over and Over Again
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Last published Sun, May 19, 2024
❝To everything there's a season and a time to every purpose under heaven...❞
To Aptitude Academy, Adara Legacy is a bundle of reserved sunshine and rainbows that is just too good to be true.
But no one knows what she hides behind those heart warming smiles and laughs, that behind those glowing eyes, was a flame that was dimming by each second. That behind that bubbly personality, was a bitter coffee brewing inside her.
But she hides it so well it's not visible to anyone.
Now she has to survive the wrath of part her family that blames her for something she wishes wasn't her fault. To survive the world and it's golden storms where she was thrown to so suddenly and wishes to escape.
Although, she doesn't know, all things work together for the good, Romans 8.28
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