The Tortured Poets Department

The Tortured Poets Department

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Inspired by Taylor Swift's upcoming album, dive into the whirlwind tale of Clara, a dreamer whose life unfolds across the pages like a series of vivid paintings. From the bustling streets of London to the sun-kissed shores of Florida, follow her journey through love, heartache, and the pursuit of something more. With a cast of characters as complex as they are colorful, this story weaves together the threads of destiny and desire. Will Clara's dreams lead her to the stars or anchor her to the ground? "The Tortured Poets Department" invites you to explore the depth of the human spirit through the eyes of someone who dares to reach for the impossible.
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#3 of the Devilman series. Could be read as a stand alone. He came to our school as a new student from Romania this year and I didn't put much thought into it. He hung out with the untouchable boys who are the Castillo's and Evan Carney which surprised everyone because he's a complete nerd. But I know him better than them. Me, Cassia Florin, eighteen year old innocent girl with good grades, abusive parents and a backstabbing sister. My friends aren't much better either. I was a programmed robot, only allowed to live my life based on my what my parents allowed. But that was all before I met Luca. My bad boy undercover. He was drawn to me for some reason and I could never put my finger over it till he explained everything that pulled me to him. This boy didn't look at danger he was the danger itself. Seductive to look at, melting to speak to and burning to touch. I'm scared of him. No, no. Not scared. Terrified. He made me see , he made me live and made me feel alive. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⛔️ ⚠️

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