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Zoe Westerfield used to be an It Girl. She used to have everything. A big house, parents who loved her, a great job she loved, loads of friends. And then her parents died in a car accident. When she moves in with Aunt Winifred Bones, her mother's eccentric older sister. When she goes to Boke High School, she meets Prentice, a mysterious guy with serious potential. Prentice gives her mixed signals, confusing her. When her new best friend Tiffany introduces her to a boy named Vladimir Trent, who
Does HEAVEN truly exist ? Why are there so many creatures suffering in the secular world ? What is the purpose of life ? Where is the paradise ? Does it truly exist ? No one knows ! I only know so many creaturesβ live as the living hell. Are we paying for our own Karma ? Do you understand the reason why ???
Prologue When I came home that day, everything was supposed to be the same, boring routine. Nothing was supposed to change. I had always wanted something to change, but not like that. I wanted a shift in events; a mere scratch in my daily schedule. But what happened on that day was too significant and majorly life changing to even be compared to the word scratch. It was the worst day of my life. I could only wish so hard it hurt that it was only something trivial like being embarrassed in front
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Zoe Westerfield used to be an It Girl. She used to have everything. A big house, parents who loved her, a great job she loved, loads of friends. And then her parents died in a car accident. When she moves in with Aunt Winifred Bones, her mother's eccentric older sister. When she goes to Boke High School, she meets Prentice, a mysterious guy with serious potential. Prentice gives her mixed signals, confusing her. When her new best friend Tiffany introduces her to a boy named Vladimir Trent, who
Does HEAVEN truly exist ? Why are there so many creatures suffering in the secular world ? What is the purpose of life ? Where is the paradise ? Does it truly exist ? No one knows ! I only know so many creaturesβ live as the living hell. Are we paying for our own Karma ? Do you understand the reason why ???
Prologue When I came home that day, everything was supposed to be the same, boring routine. Nothing was supposed to change. I had always wanted something to change, but not like that. I wanted a shift in events; a mere scratch in my daily schedule. But what happened on that day was too significant and majorly life changing to even be compared to the word scratch. It was the worst day of my life. I could only wish so hard it hurt that it was only something trivial like being embarrassed in front