Written in Stars and Ink

Written in Stars and Ink

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They met in a Discord server at 2:14 a.m. a girl bleeding from heartbreak, and a boy half a world away who didn't ask her to be okay. Just... to be there. Celeste wasn't looking for love. She only wanted to survive another sleepless night, wrapped in blankets and silence and the ghost of who she used to be. Then came his voice-low, steady, threaded with a Scottish lilt and something softer beneath. Theo didn't talk like the others. He listened. And suddenly the distance between them didn't feel so impossible. Across oceans and time zones, through late-night calls and half-typed messages, they built something fragile and fierce-an almost-love stitched together in static. Both scarred. Both terrified. Neither able to let go. When life pulls them apart, they try to move on. Other people. Other paths. But some bonds don't break. Some loves refuse to fade. Some are written in stars... and ink. This is the story of two punk-hearted souls who find each other in the dark-and keep finding each other, even when the world dares them not to.
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**WARNING: This book does have some dark themes to it that revolve around abuse, rape etc. So please do not read if these themes are triggers for you** Four...That was her name or rather number of servant she was. She arrived at the Valley pack as a child with no name and no voice just wrapped in cloth and a strange necklace around her neck. Raised by the abusive Alpha, Four did not see any future for herself. What she thought would be a death sentence from a heist gone wrong, leaving her in the Alpha King's dungeon awaiting death for treason turned out to uncover more truths and secrets than she ever expected. ********* 'I cowered in the corner of the dark and cold cell. There was nothing but utter silence around me. It was deafening. My ears perked as I heard hissing sounds come from the vent and it made me feel weak and the door to the dungeon open. I could smell something but couldn't tell what the vapors released from the vents were burning my nostrils. I could hear foot steps drawing to my cell. The lights flicked on and I squinted to see a tall and broad figuring standing at my cell door, unlocking it, and walking in. The aura this man was giving out was making it hard not to tremble. I quickly stood up and bowed. "What is your name" he bellowed kinda muffled. I panicked and quickly remembered that the guards had not checked me before putting me in here. I pulled out my speech device and began typing...I looked up for a split second just to see a fist plummeting towards me and everything became fuzzy. I could hear screams but could not make out what was being said. Everything grew darker and darker before eventually everything was all black and my world faded...' ~~~~~~~ None of the remarks made in this story are real. It is all Fiction. ©All Rights Reserved

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