histórias de Projectironwomen

True experiences from female members of the Wattpad community, where they share their obstacles they've had to overcome or the heroic acts they have witnessed amongst society. If you have a story to tell, simply PM us and we'll be thrilled to share it for you.

"All the world's a stage, and the men and women are merely players." Truer words have never been spoken in the case of Taimi Avalon. Instead of acting on the big screen or onstage, the aspiring actress is in costume in the real world, playing the part to an unknowing audience. Relationship Retail has never failed to satisfy their customers who order the missing people in their lives-everything from friends to family to lovers. Taimi's missions start out simple, but the longer she stays, the more dangers unravel behind Relationship Retail's secretive facade. Now, she's locked in a job where she steps into lives she may never wish to leave, says goodbye to people she's learned to love, and the never-ending cycle of heartbreak puts her own life and identity at risk.

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"For the memories of my loved ones, I will seek vengeance upon those who stenched their hands with the blood of the innocents. . ." First. She hoped it never happened. All the horrors and the pain of watching her loved ones perished under the flames of wrath. All the vile and twisted evil that had cursed upon her. She wished she could turn back time. Back to her childhood dreams. Back to her never ending memories of the smiles and hugs. Blood. He hoped he could forget. All the killing and the slaughtering of the people who once he called family. All the words that she breathed out as the flames began to rise. He wished it was never happened. The memories that he could not erase from his head. The tip of his sword that was always trying to rip apart her soul. Rise. She knew that she was destined to become the one, the soul which the goddess would reach. An answer to the prayers of her people, hoping that the light would soon be walking among them. But for that light to emerge, she would have to cast out her shadows. A soul for a soul, a throne for a throne. And only time will tell whose blood will be spilled first. *** Copyright © 2024 by Aventa/Lerojaque All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a story review.