Revenge: Escaping Her Labyrinth

Revenge: Escaping Her Labyrinth

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Genre winner of the Earnesty Community awards 2017!! #3 in the Diamond Star Awards all fiction category! #3 in the Mist Awards 2017 General Fiction! ~ Pain is a sad yet beautiful thing, when you spend your life blaming someone or something for it and choosing to live in it you drown and drown till you can't get any deeper. But when you take responsibility for letting that pain consume you and you overcome it all on your own, that pain converts into pure bliss and you finally become the amazing you you were born to be, the you that smiles without even trying. ©labyrinthescaper He needs help getting his revenge, she needs help escaping her labyrinth. They truly do want to help each other, or at least use each other selfishly, but the only problem? Her labyrinth is his revenge and his revenge is her labyrinth.
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

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