Isabella White and the Huntsman

Isabella White and the Huntsman

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I was Locked up in that castle, but one day I escaped. That is just the beginning. My plan was to run, as far away as I can. I couldn't let the queen get away with my throne. So I stopped in the the dark forest and I cried. But then the huntsman came, I never told him who I was. He was sent to bring me back to the castle but then found out that the queen couldn't bring back his sister. So we ran away together. But then just one mistake let to another and here I am tangled in a big mess. Bigger enough for me to just tell him to kiss me. In the end, maybe...just maybe, I need to win back my throne. ✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰ *{this is a different story from the movie, characters are mine. There is a bit of violence, but I hope you enjoy! Give the book a chance.}* ✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰ I'm quick at updating. Read!
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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