MOTH FLAME
I always thought the end of the world was supposed to be fiction. At least until I woke up inside the movie.
Now, the city is drowning in a sea of deadly green vines, the rain can kill, the sun is dark and the man I was supposed to marry is the last person I can trust.
I know how this story was meant to go.But the Green Tide has arrived too early, the plot is already falling apart, and survival is about to become a very different kind of game.
This time, I'm not playing the helpless villainess.I've never been good at taking orders, and I'm certainly not dying for a plot that was never written in my favor.
If the world wants to take everything from me, it can get in line.
If this world wants a monster, it can have one.
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