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"Just a story of a father who's got too many secrets, and his two kids who dig 'em all up."
Hellen and Parker have always led a normal life with their strict but loving single father, Andrew Hart. That was until one day when Hellen finds something interesting in her dad's study, and maybe, just maybe her dad isn't who he's pretending to be.
Their world flips upside down as their oh so normal father happens to be one of the legendary adventurers history has ever seen. Who the world named as...
A traitor.
Now the Harts must reforge their relationship while running away from the past of the man they thought was Andrew Hart. And maybe, prevent the world from seeing its last day too.
"When you love ruin, you burn yourself willingly to ashes just to stay in the warmth."
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FIRST DRAFT (Its messy af)
Warning ⚠️ - 16+ (contains strong language, violence, drinking, emotional damage [will probably make you cry a few of times, sometimes from laughing too hard or through heartbreak ;3], smoking, blood, addiction, drugs, murder, gore) And yet, it's still wholesome af-
The cover art, and the banners are made by me (yes, especially the illustration. I hand drew it on my phone). Oh, yes, I know it's hard to believe I have talent, but well, it is what it is. So, don't steal, plz. Or else, I WILL....cry.
This is my original work which I took a long time to think and plot. Steal it, I dare you. I'll strap you to a chair and force you to listen to 'baby shark do do do' for eight hours straight. Yes, this is a threat. BEWARE, DON'T STEAL MY PLOT EITHER. Plz. Thanks!
Now, give this story a chance, I promise you will be asking 'WTF' a lot through the story while enjoying ofcourse.
Have a good read!
Acheivements!
First prize in best blurb category in the pINKspire awards.
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In a time when a woman's voice was a whisper in the wind, three sisters dared to speak.🕯⚖️
In 15th-century Italy, three sisters defy a world built by men, for men. When love turns into betrayal and dreams into ashes, their voices rise-not in screams, but in silent defiance.