The Gifted Chronicles: Shattered (PART I: This World's Welcome)
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Complete, First published Aug 30, 2015
My tall dark hero died.  Some say it was his gift that took him away; others say The Institution got to him.  But either way, my destiny didn't die with him. 
 
I'm Amanda.  My gift is to read the memories of the living and communicate with the dead.  To The Institution, I'm a clairaudient.  That makes me high on their list of gifteds who need to be normalized. 
 
The Institution is hunting down every gifted person they can find to... fix them.  Its mission ripped families apart and had claimed one of the most powerful gifteds I'd ever known, the matriarch of my family.   Now there was just me; a pregnant girl, whose closest remaining family was the ragtag group of gifteds formerly taught by her Grandmother.
 
"Stay under The Institution's radar," was the first rule we all learned.  And now I had a target on my back.
 
But the bounty on my head is much deeper than that.  I'm being hunted by The Institution under the orders one of its founders, my mother.  And I'm not sure if it matters if I'm dead or alive.


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"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.