The Dead and the Broken

The Dead and the Broken

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida mié, dic 21, 20225h 40m
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New and improved version now available at Amazon! "If there's evil in anyone, if it exists at all, that's what that boy is made of." Jack, thus far, has glided through life by his own rules and has successfully kept out of consequences' reach, no matter what chaos he has caused and no matter who he has hurt. Until Charlotte, his girlfriend, commits suicide. With guilt just an arm's length away from eating him alive, Jack tries to move on, pretend it never happened, forget her entire existence. But Charlotte has other plans. Jack's life takes a paranormal turn when her spirit sticks to him like his shadow as he tries to navigate his way out of trouble with her grieving father, her accusing best friend, and a nosy neighbour. He just wants to forget about her, just like the mess with his ex before: Amy. He can try to run again but he knows his secrets won't stay buried forever. WARNING: includes self-harm/domestic violence/suicide/strong language/abusive relationships
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WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SELF-HARM AND LOTS AND LOTS OF EXPLICIT CHAPTERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! ... Her life was never easy. That was until she met him. Everything about him pulled her in. The way he walked. The way he spoke. His laugh, his body, his eyes. Oh his eyes. They were the kind of eyes that make it hard to breath, the eyes that are always judging. The eyes that you never want to look your direction, but when they do, they are the eyes you never want to look away. If she wasn't careful she would get caught into them and never be able to escape. But there was no chance of escape, not anymore.

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