In a world where the rich and poor are separated, King Elon rules with an iron fist. Ever since the death of Queen Seraphina, he has realized there has always been something missing.
Aurora Banks has lived her entire life with less than a dollar in...
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Hello! So before we begin this epic journey (because that is what it will be, epic), I have a few things to go over.
This book has been a while in the making and it's going to be a long one. It will be split into three parts. The first part might feel slow but its purpose is for world-building.
COMING FALL 2022
-- This book will feature dark themes such as drug use, murder, violence, swearing, suicide, and more. There will also be sexual themes in it.
-- This book is split into three parts. The first part will roughly be 20 chapters long.
-- I am an amaeture writer. Therefore, there will be mistakes. Please bear with me and politely correct any mistakes you come across.
-- If you don't like the story, please don't express that opinion in my comments section. There's no need to do that. Simply click off the story. That being said, I am open to criticism that isn't rude or mean.
P A T R E O N:
This book will be further ahead on Patreon (roughly ten chapters ahead). You can also read ahead of the other books that I am currently publishing (Destined). There are also bonus chapters of other books that I have written. If you would like to read it and check out the tier system, please use this link: patreon.com/littletroublemaker_
I N K I T T:
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I N S T A G R A M:
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E X C E R P T:
"Home?" He snorted. "You didn't have a home, Aurora. You were bouncing between places."
I glared at him.
"What? And you think this place is my home?" I countered, darkly.
A frustrated sigh passed through his lips, "Yes. You are home and you are safe."
I had had enough. Rising to my feet, I chucked my napkin on the table and began walking away.
Long fingers wrapped around my wrist, stopping me from moving any further. Fighting the urge to gasp, I followed the length of the arm to its owner.
