The wisdom academy

The wisdom academy

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"It's not your fault, it was mine, I believed your words." those were the terms of Eleanor Guillebeaux. At the age of 15, her father was murdered, and her mother died of a heart attack. But coming from a well-known, recognized, and wealthy family, they tried to help her find justifications as to who was the murderer for the past 2 years, but were shut down by the authorities as "disclosed information." 3 years after this incident, now 18, Eleanor slowly starts to overlook her parent's death as she and her best friend Renata Wittrock along with her best friend's boyfriend Matthew Liaison, get accepted to THE Wisdom Academy and she finds herself in a love triangle with a seductive, sweet french boy and his mysterious rival that has a soft spot for her. Trying to figure out her feelings, she unravels a bottomless dark and hidden secret in this academy connecting to her and possibly could give her the answers she's been looking for, for the past 3 years. How will she be able to manage her love and case? ❗️TW❗️This story contains Self-harm and trauma.
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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