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Decantophobia

Decantophobia

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So, I'm a pretty simple girl. My name is Adrianne Dukes, I love singing, music, singing, reading, playing bass guitar, oh, and singing. After I graduate Abbottsville High, I'm going to a top notch musical college and I'm making something of myself. I love my family, but I'm not staying in this tiny town longer than it takes to ride a cab out of here. The only problem? There's this new boy, and he's so.... everything. He's hot, sweet, funny, mysterious. There's something he's hiding from me. I know there is. I just have to get it out of him. But when I find out, will it mean losing everything I had planned? Will it mean giving up everything I am to be with him? Decantophobia is the fear of singing. But my fear is never being able to sing again.
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They told me my voice was a curse. A song too sharp, too sweet, too deadly. Ships sank for me. Angels wept for me. Monsters knelt at my feet. But one night, I sang-and the Devil came. He didn't fall. He smiled. Beautiful. Terrifying. A man carved from shadows and fire. He said my voice didn't just tempt men. It tempted Hell itself. And now? He wants me. Not my song. Not my power. Me. The more I resist, the harder he presses-taunting me, burning me, drowning me in him until I don't know if I want to kill him or kiss him. I should be afraid. I should run. But every time he whispers my siren, my blood turns to flame. I sang, and the Devil answered. And I don't think I'll survive his love.

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