A Girl Named Genesis

A Girl Named Genesis

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A story of Genesis Trouble. I'm Genesis Trouble. But the thing is, until my 18th birthday, I was anything but that. Trouble. Before all of this, you could have assumed that I was anything except trouble, but not anymore. And yes, my last name is Trouble. When people hear my name, they just automatically assume that I, of all people, happen to be trouble. If they know me, I'm the goody two shoes, the nerd, things like that. I love things like Lord Of The Rings, Sherlock Holmes, and I'm in many fandoms. See? Right there. Instant nerd qualifications. I have a few friends, but not popular at all. I'm probably boring you. Let me just say this, I've met so many people, gotten into so much trouble, seen the supernatural, and dare I say it, loved? I am Genesis Trouble. And from day one, I have begun to believe that I am the beginning of a whole lot of trouble. {cover credit: BigBeautifulMess}
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"Some truths don't set you free. They set you on fire." They told me not to open that book. They warned me with stories-old, crusty ones-about madness, about secrets best left untouched. They said the library's far wing was cursed. That the books in that section didn't whisper wisdom-they screamed. But curiosity has a strange way of settling into your bones, especially when you've lived your entire life inside walls built from someone else's truths. My name? It doesn't matter-not yet. This story isn't about names. It's about what was forgotten deliberately. And how I found it. I wasn't born a rebel. I didn't want to challenge kingdoms or rewrite history. I just wanted to understand who I was, why I felt out of place, and what those strange dreams meant. The ones with burning skies and voices calling me by a name no one else knew. This isn't a tale of heroes and villains. It's messier than that. It's about a girl who found a truth so big, it didn't fit into her world. And maybe-just maybe-it won't fit into yours either. But I'll tell it anyway. Because stories like this-whispers like these-were never meant to stay silent. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is purely coincidental. The stories in this book are designed to entertain, provoke thought, and explore a range of emotions and themes. They do not intend to offend or represent any belief system, historical accuracy, or cultural narrative in a literal way. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author.

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