Ivory Rose

Ivory Rose

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Romance
Death. The smell of it lingered in the air, along with the stench of rotting flesh. The color of dark burgundy red splattered the floor, along with glaring maroon blood stains that were seeping through the clothes of motionless bodies. There were no signs of life, as everything was burnt to the crisp. Disintegrated ash floated in the air, sky thick, dense and aflame. My body sunk to the floor, knees roughly scraping the sooty black gravel that was sprinkled with splotches of scarlet blood. And it was all my fault. My name is Ivory Bailey Williams, and I destroy everything I touch. Ivory Williams was just a normal girl. Well, that was until she found out that everything she touched seemed to either die or disintegrated into ash. Her gift makes her one of the most wanted girl in the country forcing her to go on the run. But when her charmingly handsome childhood friend suddenly shows up along with an irresistibly good-looking stranger, being on the run might not be too bad... Just remember to be careful on who you become friends with because you never know who's out to help you and who's out to kill you. And most importantly, trust no one. Not even yourself.
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