CALL OUT MY NAME - SINNERS 2025

CALL OUT MY NAME - SINNERS 2025

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Fiction
Paranormal
Vampires
Occult & Afterlife
Supernatural Creatures
"There are legends of people born with the gift of dreamin' so true it can pierce the veil between life and death-callin' forth voices from what's gone and what's yet to come. In ancient Ireland, they were called fáith. In Choctaw land, Dream Healers. And in West Africa..." she paused, eyes distant, "...they called 'em Babalawo. Those blessed, or burdened, by this gift could bring healin' to their communities. But powerful light draws powerful darkness, too. Evil don't like when mortals speak its language." - Annie Excerpt from Chapter Two Pulled directly from my Tumblr @novar3ads Warnings: Blood and gore, Smut, Period Typical Racism, Actual Depictions of Klan Behavior, Monster Fucking, Death (These will be updated as chapters come out. These warnings are important for the future so please do not ignore them!) - *Providing the update here as to not give anyone a false notification.* This book isn't abandoned. I just write hella slow and want to ensure that my chapters are up to my standards. I swear I haven't given up.💀
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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✓ ✱⠀𝓢𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝓘𝑺⠀?! rose carried fire in her lungs and glitter in her veins; she was radiant, even in her restlessness, and when the baby came, bo fell in love twice over: once with the tiny weight of a life, and once again with the woman who would not stay. but dreams have a texture, a weight, and hers were made of film reels and marquee lights and the hush just before a scene begins. she carried the baby's scent in the fold of her coat and bo's silence in the pit of her stomach, and she walked until the road blurred behind her, until she was no longer a mother, a partner, a girl from anywhere - but just rose, becoming. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ O R . . . 𝓲𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝓲𝒄𝒉. she loved bo with a quiet, aching tenderness, but she loved the life she hadn't lived more, so when the road called, she left him standing in the heat, carrying only his silence and the sorrow of what staying would've taken from her. ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❝ life is precious. let's love with no regrets while we're alive. ❞ ⠀⠀𝐛𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐰 ⠀⠀∝⠀⠀𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜⠀⠀˒⠀⠀𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

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