Saving Me

Saving Me

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Chapitres 60

Terminé mar., sept. 23, 20254h 58m

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One week has passed since Ella was taken. The compound is quieter now, Emmaline's cries echoing through halls her mother hasn't walked in days. Aaron is unraveling, one missed heartbeat at a time. Klaus has her, somewhere deep in the scorched wastelands of Oceania, where pain is currency and the past is a weapon. While Nazeera stays behind to protect their newborn daughter, Aaron and Kenji set off on a relentless mission to bring Ella home, no matter the cost. But what waits for them isn't just war. It's experiments, secrets buried in Ella's blood, and a man who's determined to break her before they ever reach her. And even if they do, will she be the same? Torn between the agony of survival and the ferocity of love, Ella and Aaron must fight their way back to each other in a world built to tear them apart. This is a story of ruin and rescue. Of war, and the people who survive it. Of a girl who was never meant to have a future, and the man who would burn down the world to give her one.

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