Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
America’s sweetheart has been canceled.
From teen star to international phenom to the biggest celebrity in the world, Aurelia George has suddenly found herself on the other side of adoration. The public thinks they hate her when they never really knew her. The saddest tragedy of all is that she doesn’t know herself.
Done with the fame, glitz, and glam—the whole doe-eyed princess charade—Aurelia decides she’s taking back her life, even if it costs her everything.
But her uncle has other plans.
Shipped far away until the heat dies, Aurelia finds herself in the one place where her name means nothing. When a blizzard causes her plane to crash, she becomes stranded in the wilds of Northern Canada, a sole survivor with no one to turn to.
No one except them.
The misanthropic mountain men who’ve shut themselves away.
It’s their cabin Aurelia finds in the icy wilderness and their obsession she ignites when they discover her sleeping in one of their beds. Thorin, Khalil, and Ezekiel (and all of his personalities) have only longed for one thing in nine long years...a woman to warm their beds.
Surviving a plane crash, wolves, avalanches, frozen lakes, and a harsh winter with three feral men is nothing compared to Aurelia’s hardest trial of all—finding herself.
Crucible is dark why-choose romance. Please refer to the trigger warnings before reading.
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Paint the Town Red – Doja Cat
Rockstar – Cleotrapa
Stupid Hoe – Nicki Minaj
Frozen – Madonna and Sickick
Toxic – Britney Spears
Nothing’s Going to Hurt You Baby – Cigarette’s After Sex
Dangerous Woman – Ariana Grande
Let Me Fall – Kaeli & Paulie Preset
Where is My Mind – Pixies
Halo – Beyonce
I Feel Like I’m Drowning – Two Feet
She Will – Lil Wayne ft. Drake
Poison – Bell Biv DeVoe
Archangel – MEJKO & Rose Ghould
Fallin’ 4 U – Nicki Minaj
Valley of the Dolls – Marina
Neon Brother - Nothing but Thieves
Marilyn Monroe – Nicki Minaj
Take Me Back to Eden – Sleep Token
Photograph – Ed Sheeran
Pretty Hurts – Beyonce
Muddy Waters – LP
Whenever I’m asked to recount the most terrifying part of the crash, I tell them it was waking up on that mountain, being the only one who survived, and knowing I was going to die, too.
But that’s bullshit.
The most terrifying part happened after—after I found that cabin and after I found them.
Because of Thorin, Khalil, and Seth, I met myself for the first time. Nothing else compares. Nothing else was more frightening and yet…freeing.
Rule #1: Show us some fucking respect.
Rule #2: No, we will not keep our hands to ourselves.
Rule #3: Swallow every drop.
Rule #4: Do what we tell you.
Rule #5: Have our dinner ready on time, or we’ll have you instead.
Rule #6: Run, and we will let you die.
Rule #7: Keep those pretty fingers away from our pussy.
AURELIA
I shouldn’t look, but I can’t help it.
As that last tweet so eloquently put it, my life is going up in flames, and the whole world is tuned in to watch it burn. At least they have the luxury of no one giving a shit when their own lives are in shambles.
Besides, I never claimed to be perfect.
I never even claimed to be nice.
That glowing label was bestowed on me by the very people dragging my mutilated carcass across socials.
Sweet Aurelia.
The girl with the golden voice and the heart and hair to match.
It’s bullshit.
First of all, my hair is dyed, my heart is black, and my voice has never been my own.
The person the world fell in love with was nothing more than a PR stunt, and now they’re blaming me for being gullible fools.
None of those people talking shit know me.
The real me.
If they did, they wouldn’t be surprised that I don’t shit rainbows and charm innocent woodland creatures with my song. One less-than-perfect moment in twelve years and my reputation takes a nosedive while my character gets slaughtered.
Fuck ’em all.
“Aurelia,” my publicist calls with an exhausted sigh. “Aurelia, are you even listening?”
No.
“Yes. People I don’t know hate me. Blah, blah, blah. I’m supposed to care and apologize. Blah, blah, blah.” I look over my shoulder at Joanna. “I heard every word, and I’m not doing it.”
“It’s one interview. Avery Shaw—”
“I’m not going on live TV to discuss something that should have been private. I’m not going to explain my side to people who’ve already told me to fuck off. Well, you know what? Fuck them too. Fuck everyone. And fuck Avery Shaw. That messy bitch can scoop someone else’s shit.”
Joanna, in her tailored white pantsuit and Valentino pumps, perks a brow from her seat behind her glass desk. She isn’t at all surprised that I’m kind of a cunt. She is, too. It’s why we work well together. “Don’t you think your temper is what got you into this mess in the first place?”
“Tania is a brainless, generic imitation of me, and she knows it. That’s why she baited me—”