Stolen At Birth (One Direction FanFic)
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"N-No. I-It isn't true." I look at them. They all just stare at me, they're eyes cutting through me like daggers. Tears fill my eyes.
My whole life is falling apart. Everything I've ever known is all a lie. I am just a piece a game. Moved from space to space, until I ended up loosing. People controlling me, hurting me. And out of all the pain I've had in my life, this is the worst.
I can't see at all. My tears are making my vision blurry. I feel lightheaded. My world is crashing to the ground and there isn't anything I can do.
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Emma is a pretty normal girl. She has had a few twists and turns. Other than that, she's isn't that much different from other girls. Or is she? She has her whole life set. Until, 5 people step in and change it. In good and bad ways.
Nothing ever adds up. When she tries to put pieces together, nothing fits. Nothing makes sense. Her mother seems to be hiding something from her. Could it have to do with her father's death? Or maybe something worse.
Maybe she's been in the wrong place all her life.
Her world starts to fall apart when a secret is released from the shadows. It's something no one saw coming, not even Emma. But, only the Doctor in the emergency room knew.
****I swear to god if you copy my book I will hunt you down, rip off your head and make you watch me feed ur body to my dog Scooby! Sorry, but I don't want you stealing my ideas!****
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