Serendipity - Peter Hayes

Serendipity - Peter Hayes

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Divergent
Theo James
Lost. Damaged. Dauntless. She didn't fit the codes of her old faction, to be honest she never really tried, the artificial happiness she was being injected with was not what she was looking for. That's why she joined the dauntless. Choice contradicted by many, yet he allowed her to meet him. He, the only human being for whom her heart falters. ◇ Based on books and movies. ◇ I didn't follow the story exactly since I invented several events. ◇ peterhayesxoc ◇ I'll try to post once a week ▪️Slowburn ◇ I also published this story on fanfiction.net and ao3
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{BOOK ONE} There are five factions. Each had their own reasoning for thinking why the war had happened. Dauntless; cowardice and fear. They strive to be brave, fearless. Erudite; ignorance. They strive for intellect, to be smart and curious. Candor; deception. They strive to be honest. Amity; they blamed the war itself along with fighting. They strive to be kind, forgiving, peaceful. Abnegation; selfishness. So they strive to be selfless. Dauntless are our police. Erudite are our teachers. Candor is the law. Amity are the farmers. And Abnegation are our government. I would sit on the ground everyday, wearing my yellow dress with black sandals. Wasn't the best thing for me. Dresses made my shoulders to broad, especially the flowing ones. When I was home alone, or with my mother, I would wear I tight black shirt and white shorts. No one would really approve, mostly because they were Candor colours along with the fact it's not... welcoming enough. I never understood Amity, not because of the kindness and the peacefulness; well, mostly the peacefulness. Whenever it should come down to defending ourselves or walking away. We walked away. It confused me. Maybe I wasn't Amity enough to understand. Maybe I wasn't kind enough. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't belong here. So where do I belong? A/N : First chapter is a little sketchy but that is the case with all of my books. I promise it does get a lot better afterwards Start: Feb 06 2021 End: Dec 15 2021

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