The 7 sins : book 1, Wrath.

The 7 sins : book 1, Wrath.

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She died.... just like that. A car, a crossing and a wrong time/moment. The driver of the car was never found, it was a hit and run. But what if death is not the end? What if you could get another chance? A chance to figure out what really happened and get revenge? Would you take it? Even if you would lose something else in return? Let me just say.... I would. - Megan just turned 28. After a weekend of party's, drinks, food and boys ..... she died. She enters a world she couldn't believe was real. Another realm, other species and lots of rules. Will she give up a part of herself to find out the truth? And in the end, will she be able to save herself?
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the pretty ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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