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Forged Wedding Romance

Ava's Wedding Day

Sophia Alyssa Rose was raped by a young man who was coming from a wealthy family. Yeah, Sophia was raped in the dark, so she wasn't able to recognize the man who raped her at the age of 18, and that was what she told her big sister called Amelia, when she asked her at the hospital. Sophia had become worried ever since she was raped, from the day her best friend invited her to a friend's birthday party a week ago. Nobody knew Sophia was pregnant before she started feeling it 6 months later. 9 months later, Sophia gave birth to a pretty little girl, but the bad news was that Sophia died on the hospital bed. The next minute, she gave birth to Ava Alyssa Rose, who was named by her stepmother, Amelia Wilson. Ava was named after her late mother, Sophia Alyssa Rose. Ava had been living with her stepmother ever since her mother died. Amelia Wilson and her husband, Mr. Jeffrey Wilson got married years ago but had no child, so they took Ava as their only daughter. The doctor's report says that both of them can never give birth unless they break up, but because they really love each other, they never wanted to break up, as the doctor's report states to them years ago. Years later, nobody knows what came to Mr. Jeffrey, but it happened that, Mr. Jeffrey raped Ava when she was 18, just like her late mother, Sophia Alyssa Rose. Immediately Ava was raped, Amelia Wilson told Ava everything about her late mother's sad story. Ava's mother was raped by an unknown man, and she was also raped by her stepmother's husband. "Ava's Wedding Day". Just follow up for more episode and you will love reading this new novel by the young writer, Black Lefah. Thank you and much love to all my readers.
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Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
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