Til Death Do We Part

Til Death Do We Part

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 7, 2021
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Fiction
Action and Thriller
You're the main character of this story. In the world two names appear on your arm around the age of 14. One the name of the love of your life. The other, the person who kills you. But what if you had 2 of the same name? What would that have in store for you? Do you choose to fall in love and live a happy life until one day, they kill you? Or, do you avoid the person that name belongs to at all costs to keep yourself safe? [Name] will be used so you can put your own name in! I wanted to make this story from a first person view since that's more my style :D
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!!Y/N USES SHE/HER PRONOUNS!! !Events may be different from the cannon events! ~I hope you enjoy this little scenario that came because of a song, and some inspirations from movies. ~This is my first book. Please bear with my mistakes and I'll do my best to fix them. ⚠️‼️ fair warnings: Human trafficking, Organ trafficking, Drugs, Murder. ‼️⚠️ ~Read with caution, you have been warned. ~ ══════ ∘◦❀◦∘ ══════ 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝑅𝑒𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓌𝒶𝓁... It was a mere trip. Stumbling upon your assumed friends. "Y/n, can... you hear me?" It was a harmless small trip. You wanted to rest... from the pressure. Confusions. Or is it familiarity? "... Have we met before?" Black aura yet he wasn't anywhere near lonely and dim with her. "..I assure you, we haven't" Yet her light faded away the more he shielded air from her blaze. But who is to blame? The blaze that craved the danger of the air blowing her out yet it essential to be lit? Or the man who treasures her not to go out yet provides zero mercy on her survival? 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈.

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