Incandescent

Incandescent

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"That... that can't be. I've never known you. I've always lived here since... since.... I can't remember." My head starts to hurt. They're still there standing, staring and giving me sympathetic gazes. "Who am I?" Katri Ivory is a 14 year old girl. She has a sister named, Ginger. Their parents died causing them to be sent to a special orphanage. They never knew about their past and they've never bothered to care as long as they're together. T hey've lived their lives normally but that all changed when 3 new people were also sent to the same place as them. Little do they know, they're lives will change forever ############################################################################### Hi!!! This is my new book! I hope you'd love it and vote for it.... <3 <3 <3 <3 I love you all :D
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Book#2 Can be read as a standalone, but I recommend to read Havoc first. I was raised by a man who taught me how to survive, not how to feel. In a freezing house in rural Estonia, I learned to stay quiet. To stay hard. To take a hit and never cry. I knew what punishment felt like before I knew what safety was. My mother did nothing. My father was a monster. I was born to run. To survive. To keep my sister breathing and my demons quiet. But they were never quiet. Always lurking, whispering.. All I had was my sister. She was my family. She was my rock. And when my sister changed her course and moved to New York, I didn't even hesitate to leave it all behind. All I had were my determination, fists and a promise to protect her. I never meant to become a fighter. I wasn't chasing glory. I was chasing silence. Control. A run from my chaos. But the past never stays buried, and the rage never stops burning. I don't believe in love. Not because I'm edgy or broken or any of that poetic bullshit. I just know what it really looks like- fists, silence, slammed doors. Blood on tiles and bruised bodys. Then came Belle Rivera. She's all fire and venom, smart mouth and sharp heels. She saw straight through me from day one and never looked away. She broke every rule I lived by. Saw every part of me I tried to hide. I didn't fall in love. I crashed into it. Now the only thing more dangerous than the fights I take is what I'd do to protect her. This is who I am now. Not a survivor. A weapon. I've already bled for survival. Now I'll bleed for love.

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