Adopted by a Proxy

Adopted by a Proxy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 7, 2015
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This story is about a disabled teen named Ashley who is adopted by Ticci Toby and has a great father and daughter relationship until she has to make a choice of starting the Junior Proxy. Will Ashley give up all she has to become a killer or will she be the one killed? Join in and discover what secrets lie ahead in this story about sacrifice and family.
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Ashley was the girl people warned each other about. The one you weren't supposed to get close to. She carried the weight of past mistakes and broken relationships like ghosts that refused to let her sleep. Quiet, observant, unreadable-her silence made people uncomfortable. So they filled it with rumors. They stripped her mystery and replaced it with a label: troubled. Lily was everything Ashley wasn't allowed to be. The golden girl. The name that echoed through hallways in whispers and headlines. Everyone watched her, wanted her, envied her. But admiration has a way of blinding people. They never saw the enemies she fought in private-her addiction, the ache of an absent father, the chaos she kept hidden behind perfect smiles. On a Saturday morning, in a room meant for confessions and second chances, their worlds collided. A meeting no one talked about. A place that demanded honesty and secrecy in equal measure. They were there for different reasons, carrying different scars-but the same need to be understood. And that's where they saw each other. Not as labels. Not as rumors. Just two girls with secrets no one else could touch. What happens when two hidden worlds collide? •••• She tasted good but intoxicating. Tasted like alcohol. Tasted like my addiction I wanted more

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