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At the age of fourteen, Josephine Harper fled her homestead, leaving behind a dark past and a trail of secrets in her wake. For two years, she survived alone in the unforgiving wilderness.
But fate had other plans for Jo when she crossed paths with the infamous Van der Linde gang. Saved from certain demise by Dutch Van der Linde and his band of outlaws, she found herself thrust into a world of danger, adventure and camaraderie.
Now, at twenty-eight, Josephine’s past comes back to haunt her, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed web of lies and half-truths she’s built to protect herself. As the gang rides again, old wounds are reopened, and Jo is forced to confront the demons she thought she had left behind.
In the midst of it all, she finds solace in the company of her longtime friend, Arthur Morgan. But as their bond deepens and feelings begin to blossom between them, Josephine is torn between her desire for honesty and the fear of losing the one person she’s ever truly cared for.As the lines between loyalty and betrayal blur, Jo must navigate the treacherous waters of love and deception, knowing that the truth has the power to both destroy her and set her free.
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- Part 1 of Shadows on the Trail
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"And then she was being yanked back by her black hair, the growling of an eater whispering in her ear, beckoning her to a feast - a feast of her own flesh. Riley let out a strangled cry as she struggled to escape the grip of the eater. The other eaters were moving in on her when they realized she was trapped." Eventual Carl/Oc.
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Petals for Armor by stxrmborn
Fandoms: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games (Movies)
07 Jun 2021
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Bex Nassar learned far too late in life that peace was never a virtue. Being crowned Victor didn't change anything. The world didn't stop spinning and she had to play the Games forever. Except now, Bex was a bitter and pessimistic wilted woman with blood still stuck to her thorns.
She was tired of being one of Snow's toys. They all were. But fire was catching, and Bex was going to wrap herself in petals for armor. President Snow wasn't ready for her wrath. None of them were.
Especially, not Finnick Odair.