House of Evil

House of Evil

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KATSEYE
KATSEYE as Prisoners cuz I was influenced by a show Conviction and trials. Lies and betrayals. All that matters to Dani now that she survived her days and nights at the State Women's Prison. One of the most highest security and strongest military review. Beholding women of the worst crimes. But it was not Dani. Dani did not do it. She was framed for it. But until her lawyer can make a strong argument with evidence that only points to her, Dani had to be placed in the prison, alongside people who had probably murdered thousands before being put in there. Now, Dani had to stay alive and stay on the good side, to get out. But as time goes by, her thoughts changed. Did she even do it? No one ever knew the whole story, not even her lawyer? What if some part of her hid the truth too?
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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