The Twisted Gift

The Twisted Gift

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., août 29, 2026
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Fiction
Fantasy
LGBTQIA+
Mystère
Zara has everything-money, freedom, a beautiful motorcycle, and a life most people would dream of. She just doesn't have a reason to enjoy any of it. Haunted by something she refuses to speak about, Zara takes off on a solo ride, hoping the open road will give her the one thing money never could-a reason to keep going. Instead, she wakes up somewhere that shouldn't exist. A world with unfamiliar rules. A mysterious woman with silver eyes. A voice that seems to know her. And a strange feeling that Zara has been here before. She only wants to find her way home. But the deeper she goes, the more one terrifying thought begins to take shape- What if she wasn't brought to this world by accident? What if this place has been waiting for her all along?
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