Fanart Novels & Stories

Silent but aggressively tapping his leg, Glenn couldn't calm his anger, he glared at Bryan who was gulping a bottle of alcohol which he had smuggled from home to camp, since he was a minor and not allowed to have one. Summer stared worried at his uncommon temper, she wondered why his emotions were so heightened, May on the other hand, nervously squezzed her fingers worried about Emily and conflicted in her mind as to her decision for letting Emily go on her own.

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​"I’m here to make sure my best friend doesn't lose herself in his shadows." ​"Then we’re on the same side," Mateo said softly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, handwritten card, handing it to me. "My private number. Not my office line. If he makes things difficult on Monday—and he will—call me. You don't have to fight a King alone." ​With a final nod to Sarah and Vince, Mateo turned and signaled for his car. We watched the silver sports car pull away, leaving the four of us standing in the hum of the city.