To The Other Side (Fiolee)
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"Dearie you look like a nice person, you know what I'll make you a deal."
"What, who are you?" Fionna squeaked, her hands balling into fists.
"That doesn't matter. What does matter is that there is a way to bring your sister back."
"Excuse me?"
"All you have to do is...."
A offer
A hot stalker
and a trip to the Underworld
Fionna Mertens and her adoptive sister Catherine, or Cake, live alone in the big city of New York. Together they scrape along with what they have, but even though they might not be the most well off they keep a optimistic outlook on life.
However one day that all comes crashing down. Catherine dies in an accident leaving Fionna, only a senior in high school, all alone.
So what does she do when a weird old lady offers her a deal to get her sister back?
She takes it.
~Warning: This book will contain depressing things (i.e minor cutting, mentions of suicidal thoughts, addiction, mentions of death), if you are sensitive to any of these things be careful. Some of these above things are based off times in my life, so I am not in anyway trying to offend anyone at all.~ Take care of your selves <3
Cover: Isn't mine only edited to fit the fanfiction
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