Who I should be

Who I should be

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Mahogany is a lonely girl with a sad past, with her parents dead and no family member alive she gets into fights for money and lives a simple lonely and some would say good, some would say bad life. With no hope or want of finding a mate that could get her out of her situation Mahogany stays on the low, avoiding all the werewolves she can. What happens when someone quite powerful visits the town she lives in? [π™Ώπš›πšŽπšŸπš’πšŽπš ] I'm no one just like everybody else and that's how I'll die, sad but true, I have to be realistic, happy endings are not realistic nowadays. ------------------------------ Slow updates I won't disappear and stop uploading chapters, I hate that so I will finish this book without disappearing.
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ -Unorganized -Poorly written -Cliche I was 14 when I wrote this and I discourage reading it 😬 ------- All art is mine. Completed 07/11/2017 ----- I always used to picture my mate, my true mate. He would be powerful and incredibly handsome, perfect for me. The perfect person to make me feel complete. Every day, I was in that sick place, not looking for him, I continued to grow weaker. Soon, it was hard for me to stand up properly and walk around. Soon, I was way too thin, starved. Soon, I was losing all hope. One mark on the ground, one line, one day. I never stopped making lines, and soon enough, I had about 30. They didn't really matter to me. As a new line appeared everyday, I seemed to care a bit less about them. But hope soon was slowly coming back to me, because of the view outside window. --- I am shit at giving descriptions. But I honestly WOULD NOT recommend this book I was like 13-14 when I wrote it and had no clue what I was doing

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