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FEAR ME
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Ongoing, First published Apr 20
A Shatter Me fanfiction~ 


The female version of Aaron Warner.
The only woman alive in her bloodline.
The greatest weapon Paris Anderson ever built.
Odessa Victoria Anderson.

She wasn't his problem to fix.
She wasn't just another patient he could toss at a therapist and a bottle of pills and expect to "get better."
He thought she was.
She was ready to prove him wrong.

Prison won't stop her.
Locking her away in a rehabilitation centre won't get in her way.
Haider Ibrahim is about to learn to fear her.
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