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A Chapter by Demi
"I never thought a break-up could lead to obsession. Well I was dead wrong on this one."
Nicole "Cole" Walker is not the average seventeen year old..
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A Chapter by Demi
How could she?
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A Chapter by Demi
ONE: POISON AND JO
I KICK AT THE SNOW, my boots covering in white flakes. Nearly two months have passed since I broke up with Eliza. Though her soft ..
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Two: Drug of Choice
"'What is your, drug of choice? Pick, your poison and enjoy.'" I find myself singing quietly to 10 Years, the smoke of a burning ..
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A Book by Demi
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A Chapter by Demi
The Intro into a confusing mindboggoling Europe.
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A Chapter by Demi
“Welcome to Mount Hisho, enjoy your stay.” The guard greeted warmly, bundled up under wool and sheep skin. “You've must of came from..
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A Chapter by Demi
“So, what do you think of Aney?” Sora asked as we continued walking. I stared at the plush white snow beneath my tire tread boots.
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A Chapter by Demi
It's been about six months walking the trails. Sora-san's came from a tough life growing up with Stan. Stan did everything he could to raise her prope..
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A Chapter by Demi
I curled up against Sora, crying softly. I couldn't look at Chow's collar, my heart hurt too much.
Sora's fingers weaved in my hair, her soft voice h..
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