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Or to both of them. But the words felt true. Even with the ache. Even with the loss. Lucien stood again and walked back to the living room. He didn’t turn on the television. Didn’t distract himself with work. He allowed the silence to exist. Allowed the feeling to settle. Because this This was part of becoming someone new. Not the powerful version. Not the controlled version. But the honest one. The one who could love without possession. Who could lose without bitterness. Who could stand alone without feeling diminished.

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He led me to sit, "My family is not on the ordinary scale Mi Eliza, my father's side of the family owns a unique business of catering to people's wildest fantasy." "What do you mean?" "Killing. Sex. Or both. There are a lot of rich people who fervor seeing someone get killed." He looked me in the eyes, "are you afraid of me now?' "No." I wanted to add that there's nothing to hate about him that we are just the same, but I couldn't. It was supposed to be a façade. "What's The Unbecoming?" Instead, I chose the easy way out. I diverted the topic.

Alright reserved. © 2020 Belle Cassy October 27, 2020 This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Chapter One: Introduction "We might look like a beast from the outside, but we are still normal creatures who also have emotions. It doesn't matter what you are, it's just the prejudice that made a person horrible. They only see you based on what they thought not on what they see... Open your eyes wider than yesterday and you'll see. -Grey

Beau flips open the book. “How about I read you a chapter? That should take your mind off of things.” My cheeks burn, and it has nothing to do with any remnant fever. “I don’t think that –” “You can get off if you want. I won’t judge.” “I will not!” I cover my face with my hands. Beau shrugs. “An orgasm is a perfectly ordinary bodily function. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” It’s not that Beau is unattractive. He is, and he has that devilish sort of smile that so easily makes the girls trip and fall into his bed. But I’m not going to be one of them.

"Ugh what so great about that novel?" "The woman as the protagonist in this story is my ideal girl. Sweet, modest, and cute, that you will do everything to protect her." Clai said and sit straight. "TSK, if you're looking for that kind of woman, you should be enrolled at Williams University and not here at Crown University. Almost all the women here are gangsters and can protect themselves. A girl like that in the novel doesn't exist in this kind of place. "I said and stood up.

Slamming her against the wall and getting into a hot make out session probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do since she already had the wrong idea but I needed a distraction and the girl was hot. Heading home after school I found mum, reading at the kitchen table. “What’s that?” pointing to the book in her hand. “A new book of conjuring spells I acquired from a coven up north, I’m just verifying if its legit or a fake” she answered “So, which one is it?” I asked “it’s real and extremely rare, I will need to keep this one out of human hands and in my special collection, if in the wrong hand it could be dangerous” She answered

The quirky glances I was receiving from the other people were telling me I did not belong here. And I shall never try to. Those tall bodies and small figures were ravished with the epitome of desires. Wearing the most expensive brand new collection of Goddamn fashion designers. And here I am looking like a silly schoolgirl with empty pockets and hands. "Follow me," his cult voice made me alive again and face the reality that I do not want to judge or intend to judge. Following the hem of my shirt, I took tiny steps afraid of all the sceptical glances at me.

work winding down, takeout decisions, and the relaxed settling in that signaled the conclusion of another day in their shared lives. "How's the book coming?" Max questioned, bringing her feet into his lap. "Slowly. My editor continues asking for more information about the psychological consequences of being threatened by dangerous criminals, yet I keep wanting to write about how you make me coffee every morning without being asked." "The coffee thing is more interesting?" "The coffee thing is what really transformed my life. The illicit activity was only dramatic window dressing." Max grinned softly, making her stomach flutter even after all this time. "What did you write

There are times when pride must be an ember you bank so it does not smother the flame of the life you love. I still did not know what to call the man who had become Sophie’s savior, but as I watched him sit in the corner of my kitchen, hands folded like a man who had been to war and come back, I understood this much, some debts you cannot pay because they are not yours to repay. Some people you do not owe because their presence is not a favor but a shield. The city settled around us that night, a thousand miles of glass and shadow, and for the first time in months, I did not feel alone.