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Twenty-three Heartbeats I Pulled From That Hell
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The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess You Deserve To Be Here
SADEJust when I started to get used to success, with being appreciated by people and making new friends, I never for once thought I would get an enemy or, in a better sense, a ‘rival.’ I’m here for a better purpose, not some childish rival campaign. But there was Tami, a brunette, beautiful girl I would’ve thought had manners if she had her mouth shut. The first barb came the morning after Amelia was placed in the archive case. I was wiping down my station when Tami walked past with her usual cluster of friends. She didn’t even look at me, just said loud enough for the whole row to hear, “Some people get extra points for tragic back-stories, I guess.”A couple of them laughed. I felt the words land between my shoulders like a slap, but I kept wiping the steel table in slow circles, the way I used to wipe blood off skin that wasn’t mine. I told myself it didn’t matter; I had spent eight years learning how to swallow poison and keep walking. A rich girl’s jealousy was nothing. The ba
The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess Twenty-three Heartbeats I Pulled From That Hell
KROSS The warehouse sat on the edge of Lyon like a rotting tooth, half-hidden under broken streetlights and the stink of the Rhône at low tide. Container 47-B was due to leave at 02:20, with twenty-three girls inside, all under nineteen.I had been watching for six nights from the back of a black panel van, windows cracked just enough for the cold to keep me sharp.Tonight the pattern shifted. At exactly 02:03, the container's side doors opened, three men stepping, laughing, lighting cigarettes. Then the girls came out forcefully, barefoot. Fifteen at my first count, then eight more. They had their hands zip-tied and their mouths taped. Some walking. Some dragged. One of them, small and dark-haired, maybe sixteen, stumbled and the nearest guard backhanded her so hard that her head snapped to the side. My vision bled red.My wolf lunged so hard my gums split and I tasted copper, but I forced him down. I had waited weeks for this moment. I could wait thirty more minutes. I brought o
The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess Hope And Amelia
KROSSThe warehouse was on the edge of the 19th arrondissement, condemned, stinking of piss and old chemicals. It smelled like rust, piss, and old blood. I walked in at 02:14 a.m. wearing the same black coat I’d worn the night I hit Sade with my car. Honestly, I didn't know why I chose to wear that jacket, or why I was doing this, or why I even felt like Sade was mine when she clearly wasn't. I stopped asking why long ago, and just went where the wind took me. I didn’t feel the cold as I stood in this disgusting place, a place I’ve never stepped foot in in my life before. I only felt the photograph burning a hole in my pocket and the wolf riding me so hard my gums ached with the need to shift. The man in the chair was called Viktor: mid-level trafficker, ran girls out of the Balkans into Western Europe. Thursday nights had been his specialty; tonight was Thursday, and I made sure it was his last.He was already missing three fingernails, and his left eye was swollen shut, courte
The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess You’re Not That Girl Anymore
Tab 23I failed on the ninth day again. Nine days of measuring, weighing, breathing through my mouth so I wouldn’t cry when the accords collapsed. Nine days of Madame Valée walking past my station without a word, which was somehow worse than her scorn.On the ninth day we were told to create a simple fougère—lavender, oakmoss, coumarin. Classic. Clean. Impossible to hide behind.I had stayed until midnight the night before, alone in the lab, trying to get the lavender to stop screaming. It kept turning sharp and medicinal, like antiseptics they used to wipe blood off my thighs. Every time I diluted it, the oakmoss went muddy. Every time I lifted the coumarin, it curdled into burnt sugar and shame.It was 3 a.m. and there I was on my knees scrubbing spilled absolute off the floor, tears mixing with the alcohol, whispering “Sorry, sorry, sorry” to no one.I slept three hours on the couch in the student lounge, woke up with oil in my hair and the taste of failure in my mouth.I still we
The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess I'm Still Standing
I started the next day, too excited to wait, but…The building was too big.L’Institut de Parfumerie Élite was a French academy in the States, and one of the biggest. I stood on the marble steps of L’Institut de Parfumerie Élite at 7:42 a.m., clutching the canvas bag Kross had bought me the night before he dropped me off. It still smelled faintly of him—cedar and cold air and something darker I never had a name for. The scent was the only thing keeping my knees from folding.Inside, the lobby soared three storeys high. Chandeliers dripped light like liquid gold. Students glided past in cashmere coats and designer perfume that cost more per millilitre than I used to earn in a month on my knees. Their French was fast, confident, laughing. I caught fragments (accord, headspace, extrait) and felt every year of my stolen education like a brand across my back.You don’t belong here, They’ll smell the fear on you They’ll smell th
The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess I Tried To Hide It From Him
SADEA FEW DAYS AGOI always woke up tired on the days I had to go to work. It wasn't the usual kind of tiredness.It was the slow kind that sat on my chest before the morning even began, the kind that made my breathing heavy when it was almost morning, knowing I had to go to work again.I used to think time healed everything… but time didn't heal the exhaustion I had been feeling… It only made me hide it better.The job really drained me every single day.The hours were long, the customers were rude in ways that hurt my feelings and emotions and every night I came home feeling smaller than I had been in the morning. Sometimes I tried to convince myself I was overreacting… that a job was just a job… but something inside me kept tugging, whispering that I was trapped and I wasn't meant to feel this trapped.And to be honest, I hated feeling trapped. It reminded me too much of the days when I didn't have a choice.
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