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”
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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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