All A Mirage

All A Mirage

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In a world... where every single person receives their Ability at age twelve. Ayva's? The Ability to win every fight. But the world doesn't know about Ayva. They only know Mirage, Ayva's streetfighter persona, who practically rules the Nyght City fight club, Nyghtsky. They also know that the first person to unseat her from her invisible throne will have fame and glory. They always thought that Ayva's defences would fall and fail inside the fighting rink. Ayva herself always believed she'd meet her end in the rink. Only when Ayva finds out a truth about herself, does that all come tumbling down. Well, Jay, with his streetfighter persona, Arrow, has a different approach to overthrow Ayva. He wins his way through her walls with his sassy remarks and overconfident smirk. They both aren't ready for what happens next.
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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