Chapter 8 Real world Sarah Wu was a devoted fan of the celebrated author Vanity Saint Michaels, also affectionately known as Vanity Mi to her dedicated fanbase. She followed her works religiously, owning multiple editions of each book, before she had written in the fan forum to let them tune in on the interview. EvenContinue reading “Once upon a bad Christmas”
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Once upon a bad Christmas
chapter 7 Reviews 4789: 4/5 stars [ Astrid_reeds: dear author, how dare you break my heart like this? Two stars, and that’s only because the story was still well written] 5/5 stars [ Mariocartious: I hope you are happy. This book should be a horror, suspense and twisted. Drawn in for the first nine hundredContinue reading “Once upon a bad Christmas”
Once upon a bad Christmas
Chapter 5 C214 Because I had mocha skin, the color of dark chocolate with a hint of coffee, and a head full of tightly coiled afro hair that framed my face like a dark halo, my dad always seemed subtly disappointed. He’d never said it outright, but I knew he’d envisioned a daughter with lighter,Continue reading “Once upon a bad Christmas”
Once upon a bad Christmas
Chapter 4 I really deserved to die, a constant, gnawing thought that plagued me, but I couldn’t let them be happy. I couldn’t allow my father, a man usually so discerning, to be blinded by a woman who was constantly under the knife, each surgery a desperate attempt to recapture lost youth or perhaps, somethingContinue reading “Once upon a bad Christmas”
Once upon a bad Christmas
Chapter 1 Vanity Saint Michael, a mere awakened character in a book. I was sixteen in this world when I abruptly awakened to this horrifying truth, so how exactly did I end up here? In my original world, I had a mother and a father and was their only child, doted on but never spoiled,Continue reading “Once upon a bad Christmas”
Once upon a bad Christmas
Chapter 2 My vision blurred, the edges of my sight darkening into a suffocating tunnel until I could see nothing but swirling grey. I struggled to breathe, each ragged gasp a desperate plea for air, for life. As I did, I felt a bone-chilling cold seep into my very being, numbing the pain, extinguishing theContinue reading “Once upon a bad Christmas”
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