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#83: What The Hell Happened
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2026-07-28 20:59:56
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A/N: I’ve actually been writing these chapters for a while and hoarding them instead of publishing them, so I figured this was the perfect time to finally let them out and dedicate them.These chapters are dedicated to Eliza who has been here chapter after chapter, comment after comment, cheering me on, encouraging me, and making this whole writing journey feel so much less lonely.And then you CREATED A SONG for I Hate You Too!!! Like… girl. What am I supposed to do with that? 😭❤️Thank you for being so ridiculously supportive and thank you for loving this story as much as you do. I genuinely love you so much and you’re one of those readers I know I’ll remember long after this book is finished. These chapters are yours. P.S. Guys ,I’d really love it if you go check out The Ghost In My Name on Youtube, like the video, and drop reviews about the book.~Elias doesn’t sleep.He hangs up the phone, sits on the edge of his bed for exactly as long as it takes to register that hi
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“Zeke come get me now,” I say, already moving, already pulling my bag onto my shoulder with hands that aren’t entirely steady. “I don’t care where you are, just come get me, I need to go home.”“I’m two minutes out,” he says. “Front gates. Don’t move from where you’re standing.”I hang up and turn, and Eli is already watching me with the particular stillness of a man calculating how much he’s allowed to do right now.“I’m coming with you,” he says.“You don’t have t–”“I’m coming with you,” he says again, and there’s no room in it for negotiation, and honestly, I don’t have the energy to fight him on it. My legs have gone strange and unreliable underneath me, and my head is doing that thing where every possible worst case scenario arrives at once and none of them agree to leave.We walk fast toward the gates, and he doesn’t touch me, doesn’t reach for my hand or my elbow, just stays close enough that I can feel the specific reassurance of another person existing at my side.“Br
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“Right,” Zeke says, already pulling out his phone. “Here’s what’s happening. I need to get this to Marcus properly, not as a half-filed footnote you mentioned to me in passing three weeks ago.”“I love how personal that felt,” I say.“It was meant to.”He scrolls to find the number and then looks up at all three of us like he’s addressing a small, unruly platoon. “We’re not standing in an alley for this. Let’s move somewhere public, somewhere with actual sightlines, and nobody wanders off on their own.” His eyes land on me specifically. “Phones stay on. Location shared with me the entire time. I’ll be back in twenty five minutes, tops.”“You’re leaving?” I ask.“I’m calling Marcus from somewhere I can actually hear myself think, and I’m not doing it with the four of us huddled in an alley like we’re planning a heist.” He looks at Garvin. “You stay in visual range of her the entire time. Not down the street. Not in a shop. Visual range.”Garvin salutes him with two fingers, entirely to
SIR #83: What The Hell Happened
The pavement is cold under my palms and I am halfway through composing a scathing remark about people who run around blind corners like they own the entire lower east side when I look up and realize exactly who ran into me.“You,” I say, and I am on my feet before Garvin has even finished pulling me up, “have some serious nerve.”Eli blinks at me, still catching his own balance, one hand braced against the brick wall of the alley he just barrelled out of. “Excuse me?”“The servers, Eli. My father’s company. Someone broke into a system that took Marcus’s team fifteen years to build, and you expect me to believe that’s a coincidence given everything else you’ve done to this family?”“What servers?”“Don’t play stupid with me, it doesn’t suit you.”Zeke has not let go of the front of Eli’s jacket. His knuckles are white where they’re twisted into the fabric and there is a very specific stillness to him right now, the kind that precedes violence rather than replaces it.“I’m giving
SIR #82: What The...
The doctor’s words have been looping in Elias’s head for six days straight, the same sentence arriving on repeat whenever the flat goes quiet enough to let it in.You’re very fortunate you got there on time to save her life.He is sitting in the chair beside his mother’s bed, watching her chest rise and fall in the thin grey light coming through the curtains, and thinking about how strange it is that a sentence meant to comfort him has instead become the thing keeping him up at night. Fortunate. As if there was some other version of that afternoon where he came home twenty minutes later and found something he could not have fixed with a phone call and a set of steady hands.He looks at her now, propped against the pillows, her skin still carrying that faint grey undertone the hospital never quite managed to talk him out of worrying about, and he tries to remember what she looked like before all of this. Before the drinking, before the coughing that never fully goes away, before the v
SIR #81: Dead Man
Hi guys!Ok so before I proceed, permit me to shamelessly advertise my new book – His Undercover Submissive. It's a steamy BDSM romance where our female lead is an FBI agent who has to go undercover to save her best friend from an underground sex ring and needs to be trained as the perfect submissive. She steps into The Red Room and her trainer is none other than Ryder, the man who broke her heart 12 years ago. Go experience their push-pull romance and be sure to let me know what you think!~I am still holding my hand over my nose when I turn around, and the person standing there holding a dead rat by its tail like it is a completely normal Tuesday accessory is, against every possible law of the universe, Garvin.“What the fuck,” I say, because that is genuinely the only sentence available to me right now, “are you doing here?”“Good to see you too.”“I asked you a question.”“You did,” he agrees, entirely unbothered, holding the rat slightly further from his body as if he has o
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