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Getting Lucky

Abducted and forced into the world of human trafficking, Lucky endures the worst of the worst as a high-end plaything for the worst of the wealthy. One fateful night, she discovers something about herself that gives her hope, a chance to escape from the hell she lives in. With escape, Lucky experiences a life changing chance encounter, a kind of anonymous celebrity she never anticipated, and a very unexpected new identity. Fate is leading her down a path, one that leads her to realize that escaping alone was not enough. To truly be free, she will have to uncover her roots, and the secrets entangled within them. Claws will scratch far past the surface, digging deep into a web of deception and evil that threatens her very life and the lives of those she loves. What happens when this beautiful young woman, once a terrified victim, realizes that she is more powerful than she could ever have imagined? Now that she is surrounded by love and laughter, can she defeat the dark forces aligning against her? Will she find the courage to face the trauma of her past and free those still shackled to what she once accepted as her fate? Content Warning: ADULTS ONLY! This book contains some dark themes relating to the crime of human trafficking, forced sexual encounters, physical and emotional abuse, and violence. It is intended for a mature audience. Some content may be upsetting to survivors of sexual assault and abuse. Beware of two labrador retrievers that are very good at stealing hearts and treats! I am doing a major edit on this book and adding new chapters daily. The basic story has not changed, I am correcting spell check errors and such. I have also made some minor changes within the story itself, which I believe have improved the logical flow of the story and enhanced character development. 03/05/2025
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His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
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