Learning To Fly **ON HOLD**

Learning To Fly **ON HOLD**

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"I paint a pretty picture A picture with a twist You see, my paintbrush is my razor And my canvas is my wrist. And as I paint this picture A fountain shall appear And with this flowing fountain My problems disappear." Laura Tisley suffers from depression. She wants to try and overcome it, but she needs help to do that. She had a crush. His name was Adam. Every other week, Laura's family and Adam's family have dinner together. Even if Laura's home life and Adam's home life is completely different, their families don't care. They just want to have a nice time. But when things get out of hand between the two families, Laura and Adam are forbidden to speak to each other, but that's all too hard when they've already fallen for each other. On this journey, they'll go through laughter, tears and broken hearts. And on this journey, the might just learn how to fly. (Bad description, sorry, but try it!)
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Eliana is running from her past, and it's chasing her with a vengeance. When her loved ones are murdered before her by a cruel family, Eliana escapes to America and hasn't stopped running for six years. Now, they are getting closer. A dark twist of fate means that ancient bonds are revealed and Eliana is forced to question everything that she knows. *Excerpt* This time, I only made it about twenty feet before a large force slammed into me from behind, a tight hand wrapping around my mouth preventing me from crying out. Desperately, I reached my hands up to tug at the arm around my face as a second powerful arm snaked around my stomach, keeping me flush to the warm chest behind me and stopping me from falling from the impact of his collision. "Enough!" He growled close to my ear. Despite the strong arms and seething tone keeping me contained, I used all my might to struggle, squirming frantically to try and loosen his grip. My shouted pleas were muffled uselessly by the hand over my mouth and warm tears burned against my cold face as they streamed from my ballooned eyes. My legs kicked helplessly, and I must have got a hit in because I heard him curse under his breath before he easily but surprisingly gently, kicked my legs from under me and forced me into a kneeling position on the forest floor, lowering himself afterwards to match my stance. With this new position he could release the arm around my waist without allowing me any wriggle room and I felt him reach behind him to grab something. Shit. My breathing picked up and my cries increased in volume. Was he just going to kill me like this? In the middle of nowhere? Trigger Warning: This is a dark romance. Themes of abuse, death, violence and all around some pretty toxic behaviour.

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