Forrest of the Damned

Forrest of the Damned

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There's a place on this Earth that isn't like anything else. You won't see it on a map or on a globe. It is very rare to know someone who knows of this place. It is only an island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. Many people live there, but not as regular people. These are the murders and robbers who have been sentenced to death. You remember that little boy who watched his mother and father die in front of his eyes and then was shot three times in the head. Well, the murder was sent to this island, but he while he is alive and well, he is also a tree... Read on to find out more. Please don't steal my story. I got the idea of this story from my uncle. If you would like to use pieces of my story please ask me first, but please don't copy it.
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standalone ~ mafia siblings series "You can't make me stay here! I will get an emancipation." I yell. Flashbacks of the gun in my hand, the almost-dead boy. I shudder. A sick feeling settles in my heart. "I forbid you from going anywhere else. It's safe here, with us," Alexander answers. He is practically fuming. "Clearly, it's not!" I stand from the leather chair, backing away to the mahogany door. Pure, hot rage bubbles inside of me. Never. I will never become one of them. He begins to rush to me, but I turn on my heel and sprint out, down the hallway, through the house, and to the brick fence surrounding the mansion. I go up to the black metal gate, slip through the rails, and run out onto the forest-surrounded street. *** Evelyn Rhodes was kidnapped at the age of seven by her uncle after seeing her brothers kill a woman. Years later, Eve Windsor is dumped into the foster system and spends years moving around until her social worker informs the girl of her brothers: the brothers she has been trying to avoid for years. Eve is no longer the sweet Evelyn they used to know, and she is determined to weave herself out of their grasp once and for all. *I DO NOT OWN ANY PHOTOS IN THIS BOOK, CREDITS TO OWNER*

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