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Life is so fragile, it takes but your last breath to end it all.
For what was once life is now death, for what was once death is now forever…
Victoria Luna-Maddicks is shipped off to New Zealand to start her life all over again. Her life, as she knew it, has changed forever. Leaving behind the shadow of the image of Rose she holds close to her heart, unsure of when she’ll ever be able to return. Hoping that in her absence, Rose will recover.
The journey she will now embark on will only leave her with a flooded stream of unanswered questions. Will the secrets her parents tried so hard to hide begin to unravel in their graves? Is Romeo, the guy she truly pines after, right for her or is she destined for another?
The blood that flows through her veins holds more power than anyone could have predicted. Her heart pumps for one purpose alone. Will she figure it out before it’s too late?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
Date de parution	08 janvier 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528991568
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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T he U ltimate B eing
Toyah Antoinette Snow
Austin Macauley Publishers
2021-01-08
The Ultimate Being About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18
About the Author
Toyah Antoinette Snow is the author of The Ultimate Being and mother of one daughter. Toyah has dyslexia and has struggled all her life with spelling and reading. She was not able to read until the age of twelve, but once she could, she never stopped. Toyah would read books every opportunity she had, and the love to read inspired her to write. She was once told by a friend, whom she met on her travels around the globe, “You should do what you love and turn that passion into a career.” That is when Toyah felt compelled to begin her first novel and venture herself into the world of writing.
Dedication
I dedicate this book to my beloved daughter, Thea; without you, I wouldn’t have found the motivation to finish this book. You brought the light into my once darkened world.
Copyright Information ©
Toyah Antoinette Snow (2021)
The right of Toyah Antoinette Snow to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528991551 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528991568 (ePub e-book)
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First Published (2021)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
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E14 5LQ
Acknowledgement
Firstly, I would like to acknowledge my mother, Tania O’Driscoll; without your love, support, and help, this would have never been possible.
Also, to my lifelong friend, Shannon Dunphy; to you, I owe the beginning of the foundations this book was created upon. Had you not encouraged me to travel, I may have never written this book. I would also like to thank my sisters, Ciara and Jordan, for all their patience with me during this journey. All in all, I would like to thank my whole family for being the amazing people you are, and for continuing to inspire me to be the best version of myself.
Thank you, Austin Macauley Publishers, for helping my dream come true.
Chapter 1
Today is the day I move. Today is the day I start my new life, new school and new friends. Well, here’s to hoping. What if no one wants to be my friend? What if no one likes me? How am I meant to start all over again…?
Those I hold dearest to me. The ones I love have been cruelly ripped away from me.
I have lost everything. As I look back over the recent past events, my heart comes to a complete abrupt halt inside my chest, with a pain so severe, it is like nothing I have ever felt before. Well, that’s what it felt like the first time it happened. But now every time I think of them, this happens. I cannot remember a time before this, it feels like it is a part of me now. The pain has become one with me. But I welcome it. Because it means they lived, that I once was able to hold onto them, to hug them. To simply talk to them. But now they are gone. I am all alone in this big scary world. Just waiting and hoping my little sister pulls through and makes it. Then maybe I will not feel as alone, we can help each other through this pain, sharing the weight of the grief we would both hold for our parents. I would no longer keep it all upon my fragile shoulders that were not made to carry the full weight of the loss of my parents at such a brittle young age.
How am I meant to tell her?
‘Oh, and by the way, while you were fighting for your life and lying in a hospital bed, I had to bury our parents in the ground. I had to greet all our family, whom I had never met before, and slap on a smile and pretend that I was holding it all together. I had to do it for them. To hold onto the memory of the life that they had lived.’
I relax back in my seat, trying to hold back the tears fighting to get out. How can I still have tears? Inevitably, they will run out. An image of my beautiful mother runs through my mind. Her red hair dancing in the sunlight, as we sit on a sandy beach. Both watching Rose playing in the sand with my father, her husband. The joy on her face, so bright, as the day before us. How can a moment once so perfect now hold so much pain. The last time we would spend as a family. How could any of us have known? My father playing along with Rose, building a sandcastle. He was always so happy to join in and play. Both my mother and father were very attractive people, I had always known they were beautiful. But I had not realised the full extent of their beauty till their death.
You cannot fully know what you have until it is taken away from you. The love they had for Rose and me. The love I had for them. So pure and endless. Oh, what I would give for just one more moment with them.
Why did I survive? It is not fair, why did they have to die, and I live on? Their lives so clearly meant so much more than my own. What am I meant to do with the life I was spared over my parents? What if even my dear sister Rose does not pull through and make it out alive? Why me and not her? The tears are streaming now. Like someone had turned on a tap and left it endlessly running.
Not only have I lost my parents but I have also lost the life I once had. The life I loved. The one I should have never taken for granted. Now I have to leave it all behind. Move not only to a new home but an entirely new country. With new people, new places to learn and a whole new home, where I know no one.
Once I was told I had to pack up and move overseas to a country I had never even been to before, I instantly googled it to get a better idea of where I was going. It is a breath-taking place. A place that could not possibly be real, with its raw beauty. The picture-perfect landscape. It is a place where fairy tales come alive. New Zealand, Aotearoa, the land of the long white cloud.
I landed a good three hours ago now. The plane journey was excruciating. The first flight lasted a whole nine hours, and I thought that was bad until I had to endure the second half, which were a horrendous fourteen hours. When the plane finally landed at its destination, I could not be happier to finally be on land, with my feet firmly planted on the earth beneath me. A shiver runs up my spine with just the thought of the bumpy ride. Air pockets in the sky apparently do not sound like much, but when you are thousands of miles up in the pale blue sky, amongst the fluffy white cotton candy clouds, these very air pockets make your skeleton jump from your very skin.
Now I am sat in the back of a cab, comforted by the earthy smells that swirl through the slightly opened window to the cab door next to me. The light breeze adds to the soothing atmosphere. I am on the way to my new boarding school, staring out at the remarkable picturesque surroundings around me. How can one place hold so much beauty? Mum and dad would love this place. I stop short, remembering the reason I’m adventuring here in the first place. I stop and correct myself. They would have loved it.
Still, till this day, investigations are in motion to figure out what caused the fire in my family home. The one that ended my parent’s life. The one that has left my sister fighting for her life in a hospital bed, back in England.
I can still smell the smoke, feel the heat of the autumn toned fiery flames against my skin. The smell of burnt flesh is still lingering . Will it ever go? Will the painful flashbacks ever stop? My arms still smell like burnt smoky hair, the palms of my hands still wrapped in bandages, blistered and roasted from the incandescent heat – yet to fully heal. I tried so hard to free my parents from the burning house, they told me to save Rose first. I promised I would be back for them. I told them to hold on. That everything would be OK. I got her out. I did what they had wanted me to do, and I began to run back to the house to free my parents from being trapped in a room. I had previously tried to pull at the handle but let out a scream when the skin of my hands fused to the blazing metal handle of the door. That was when my parents had told me to run and help Rose before it was too late for all of us.
I was so close. But not close enough. The house exploded into a million pieces, with my parents still embraced in each other’s arms stuck for eternity. Now gone. The blast took them away from me. I fell to the ground screaming, screaming for the parents that I had just lost. Not realising the full extent of the very meaning of being gone. Gone forever, and never coming back. I still cannot grasp the concept of never being able to see them again, to see them smile. To laugh.
How can someone exist one moment then not at all the next? How am I ever going to learn to live without them? How am I to ever be happy again? Life is so fragile. So easy to break. It takes but your last breath to end it all. For what was once life is now death. What was once death is now forever. Not knowing the full meaning of the word was bliss but now I wish I could unknow what I now know. For what was once ignorance