The Incomer : Hated by death ✔

The Incomer : Hated by death ✔

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Debbie, a 24 year old young and enthusiastic reporter finds herself waking up in a peculiar white blank room. She never knew how she came in or how she would be leaving out. Further, memories of her past life appears to be a vague trance. She could escape the enigmatic prison only when someone else stays back in her stead. Zeev Storm, a devilishly handsome actor, cold as his sapphire colored eyes, unreasonably takes Debbie's place as a compensation in the lair of white. Their relationship starts with brutal conflict. Zeev, being a Hollywood star on rock and roll despises being locked up in the void space for nothing. Debbie on the other hand sticks around him, trying to get her memories back. Hope you stick around like Debbie to go through a feverish journey of Stockholm syndrome spiced with intimate emotions and cliffhangers. Highest ranking #13 in fantasy
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#1 Mystery | #1 Thriller | #1 Young Adult Have you ever known someone more than you know yourself? Known them so inside out that you could finish their sentences and know what they're thinking, just with a glance? That was Casey and I. We were the ultimate best friends. We knew more than we should about each other. I was hopelessly and undeniably in love with him. I still remember the day perfectly. I wish I could say there was something to hint that it was coming. There was nothing. I thought I knew everything about him. Apparently not. He killed himself and a part of me died along with him. He was dead, and so was I. Or, so I thought. ** Cover by Reachingformorex ** © 2017 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

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