AngelIsTheName

Hayley Skye is a freak. Forced to go to watch a modelling competition with her younger sister: Keira. She meets a mega famous model: Brooklyn Skye.

There she finds out the secret of a lifetime...That she's is actually the twin sister of Brooklyn Skye.

Her new twin sister, tells her how she's dying from cancer and needs her to take her place as her company's new model. 

To Hayley everything is not what is seems, behind the perfect image Brooklyn has built herself, she smells fear.

A lot of it.

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Her mother soon explains how a contract was made that Brooklyn was supposed to model for for her company for at least 7 years. And if Brooklyn breaks the the contract in any way as such, then she'll be sued for 6 MILLION.

The only way to solve this is for Hayley to take her place. 

As Brooklyn retires to her deathbed, Hayley is left with no choice Hayley is forced to replace Brooklyn as the new reigning model of "Kinsley Corp".  

But becoming a model does have it's downs, with an enemy knocking at her door. She isn't safe anywhere.

Someone who has plotted against her sister and won't stop there, until they destroy the company and Hayley with it.

But when it's time to compete and curtains are up, who will win, and who will lose???

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Freak to Model

Grimacing, I spat back at him saying, 'I'm not your jackpot. Who do you think you are. Don't touch me or ever call me baby ever again. Y-You f-freak! Leave me alone!!! ' I screamed. 


'Shut up you dog, ' he shouted at me kicking me in the jaw.


'Don't you know that your the so-called dead model everyone's been talking about. You sure look like it. But it seems like you only have a mild case of amnesia. That's why your THE jackpot, baby. I could sell you for some serious money. And they said that your dead. Liars! I might even keep you. Be my slave and toy in all.' he cackled into the afternoon sun.


Stuffing in me into an uncomfortable, thatched sack, he began to haul me away until I heard a voice. His voice. 


'I'm here to save you, Everest. I thought it might be you before, but I wasn't sure. It's been a long time. Long time no see. I've missed you.' he said smiling warmly at me. I poked my head out of the sack that the weird guy dropped. I cocked my head and raised my eyebrows. I don't know him. Or I think I don't?


I turned around and looked behind me. Nobody but weirdo guy. Yay!


Turning back around, I gazed up at handsome face, he was beautiful but right know I know I've been caught in a whirlwind. I cant be thinking like this.


I'm so confused, and frustrated! I wish I could understand. All these questions bubbling in my head like an over boiling pot about to blow.


'What the hell is going on? Who am I? Who are you? And why do you remind me of someone?' the weird guy began to smile.


'Not you creepy guy, I mean the guy who came to save me from your nauseating breath. ' 


While he was bad mouthing "the handsome guy", I had climbed out of the bag and had reached him. 


The creepy weirdo finally noticed I was gone. But before he or I could say a word, handsome face called it.


In situation's like this I appreciate the fact that I always wear shorts under my skirts.


Like lightning I raced through the festival with "the handsome guy". I had a question that bugged me, I just had to ask 'What's your name? Mine's Hayley.', it's stupid but when being saved you must know the person's name in case he departs.


You know like Cinderella. I wish I knew my past life so life now wouldn't be so confusing.


'My name is Hunter. ' I blushed scarlet, not because I didn't think he'd actually tell me his name but because I am so tired I could faint. When I turned around to see if it was OK for me to stop, I saw the creepy weirdo holding something like a gun.


And a real gun in his left pocket. How I didn't see it before, I don't know.


'He has a tranquilliser and a gun, we're dead, I'm dead, we're all gonna die.' what had I done to bring this upon myself? I don't want to die like this. Mortified, I skidded to a halt right next to a broken iron pole. I will not run, I've had it.


'I've had enough, stop right there. I will not run. ' I grabbed the pole. It was heavy, but I was ready. I swung the pole and dug it into the ground. 


'Bring it on, ugly! ' I shouted across the vast space between us.


Kidnapped