Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Our Final Tale (Iron Fury MC #6) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Bella Jewel |
| Language: | English |
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SLATER For over a decade I searched for her. She disappeared a long time ago. But I never gave up. Seeing her again, it was the only thing that kept me holding on for so long. Clutching onto the small chance that she might know who I am when I found her again. If I found her again. It was always a big if. But I wasn’t going to rest until I got answers, alive or dead, I would find her. I needed to know what happened to the girl who took my heart when we were younger, and kept it for well over a decade. She owns every single piece of who I am. Nobody else has ever come close. And now I’ve found her. And she’s lookin’ at me like she doesn’t know who I am. Like I wasn’t her first kiss. Her first boyfriend. Her first love. Her first heartbreak. The man who took her innocence. The man who destroyed her, and caused her to run. The man who spent ten years trying to find her, because of one pathetic, pitiful mistake. I ruined her. And now she has no idea who I am. Not a single damned clue. | |
| Books in Series: | Iron Fury MC Series by Bella Jewel |
| Books by Author: | Bella Jewel Books |
PROLOGUE
NOW – SLATER
Brown eyes.
Blue eyes.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
But there is nothing there. No recognition.
She’s empty.
At least, her eyes are.
She’s staring at me like the very sight of me terrifies her. Like seeing someone like me, is her worst fuckin’ nightmare. Her eyes have hesitantly searched over my body, my tattoos, my scars. It took long, too long, for her to meet my eyes, and when she did, it wasn’t the reaction I’d been fuckin’ prayin’ for, for the last ten years.
Seeing her, it was the only thing that kept me holding on.
Clutching onto the small chance that she might know who I am when I found her again.
If I found her again.
It was always a big if.
But I wasn’t going to rest until I got answers, alive or dead, I needed to know what happened to the girl who took my heart when we were younger, and kept it for well over a decade. She owns every single piece of who I am. Nobody else has ever come close.
And now she’s lookin’ at me like she doesn’t know who I am.
Like I wasn’t her first kiss.
Her first boyfriend.
Her first love.
Her first heartbreak.
The man who took her innocence.
The man who destroyed her.
The man who spent ten years trying to find her, because of one pathetic, pitiful mistake.
I ruined her.
And now she has no idea who I am.
Not a single damned clue.
That hurts almost as much as losing her.
But not nearly as much as spending ten years wondering if she was alive or dead.
Dead, I could deal with. I could mourn and move on.
Alive, I couldn’t.
Because alive meant she could be anywhere.
Alive meant anyone, could be doing anything, to her.
And that thought, that thought haunted me far more than anything.
Fuck, it was like living my worst nightmare.
Every single fuckin’ day.
~1~
NOW – ELLIE
I don’t know who he is.
And yet something in his eyes seems strangely familiar.
Erin told me these people were looking for me, that they know who I am, and where I came from. I know nothing of who I am. All my memories are like nightmares, some of which I don’t know if they are real, or fake. I don’t know my own name. I don’t know anything about my past. I only know that for the last ten years, I’ve been Raven. A girl with no past. No family. Owned by a monster. A monster disguised as a saint.
Raven isn’t my real name.
I’ve always known that.
I just couldn’t quite remember what it was.
He took everything from me, little by little, and now I’m nothing but an empty shell, grasping, trying to figure out who the hell I am and what my purpose in life is.
When I escaped, and came back here, the only place where I knew I might find answers, I didn’t know where else to go. I didn’t know anything, and I was terrified. This place. It was the only thing I knew with certainty. It was the tiny piece I held onto, through all his torment. It was the reason for my being, I knew that. I just didn’t know why. So, I came here. Only, once I got here, I didn’t know where to go. Utterly terrified, I was left flailing around blindly.
That’s when Erin found me.
Cold, wet and crying on the street. She helped me, took me in, took me to the police, but what could I give them, when I knew nothing of myself? I don’t know his name. He was always just master, to me. I don’t know where I was kept. I found out it was a church when I tried to escape, but that’s it. I don’t know my real name. As I said, I’m Raven.
His.
Only his.
I’m an empty canvas. Only behind my mask, I’m a tormented mix of agony.
And then my face showed up on a missing persons ad, and Erin told me about it. Ellie. That’s my name, or so it says on the flyer. I went missing ten years ago. Any information, will be hugely rewarded. Erin told me it was my choice if I followed it up, but I’d been with her for a year and a half now, and it was the closest we’d ever come to having some information about me.
The police have been trying to get in contact with me. They’ll come around soon, no doubt. They’ll want to know more. They’ll want to talk to the mysterious strangers that showed up at my doorstep. They’ll want answers. Because, like us, they too have none. And they too, have spent the last year and a half trying to find out who I am, with no luck.
This is it.
But I’m utterly terrified.
Because, deep down, I don’t know who to trust, and who not to.
Erin is the only person I rely on.
She’s the only solid I have.