Black thorn. 2

a cold hand gripped my shoulder. I couldn't breathe. Slowly... painfully slowly... I turned my head. It wasn't Victor. It wasn't my father. It was Ethan. "Don't move," he whispered. "What?" His eyes n...

Aaliya gathaniaHi, my names Aaliya gathania, i would suggest reading this book after my first one. This is my second book and the continuation of the first one. Im 11 years old and am i gems new millenium school