I Am Truly Evil

I Am Truly Evil

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Mar 27, 2017
Phoebe Lucrezia Valeret, the girl with the sick thoughts. She doesn't know why she has them, they just come to her. She's sick. No amount of counciling or therapy has helped her. The day before her 21st birthday she decides to end all her suffering, she wants it all to stop. But what she doesn't know is that she can't die, it's impossible. When she tries to end all the suffering that she had been dished up in her short lifetime, she finds out who or better, what she is. This is where her true story begins.
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I don't have to tell you about to me say I'm not normal. I don't even have to say my name. Just take my hand, and let me show you to the looking-glass. Look inside, and you'll see. I'm sixteen years old. I spend my life more with the dead than the living. And my father- why, my father is the Grim Reaper. Blakely knew from when she was born that she wouldn't lead a life that was ordinary. But even her unorthodox path took a turn when she met the half-angel, Arielle, whose soul had resisted her reaping. After being turned mortal, she is forced on a quest to discover her past: her heritage, her father's lies, and the true reason her brother ran away from home. Foes unite and secrets are spilled in a quest for the truth, and family are reunited and broken apart. But, when it counts, will Blakely make the right decision? This was the angel's true form, I knew; so pure that it was deadly to behold. "You won't have me, Blakely. You'll never have me."

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