Zariah's Reign
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Smack!
"Didn't I tell you that everyday when I reach home from work,I expect a hot meal waiting for me on the table." Zariah's Uncle Marvin yelled at her.
"I'm s-sorry I f-forgot, I had a lot of h-homework to do and I f-fell a-asleep." Zariah stuttered.
"You useless bitch." her uncle screamed at her.
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Zariah Kaylee Stevens has been through her fair share of trials and tribulations. She has left her past behind or
so she thought. She unexpectedly has to revisit memories of the past when the handsome and mysterious
Brandon makes his way in her life.
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