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The next day, the basket would come back with a notebook that had freshly written lines within. My parents forbade sweets when I was teething. So, I would sneak my candies up to her for safekeeping. This basket was our little secret. I picked up the slip of paper in the basket. It read, "You barely ate. I know you're mad at me, but you can't go to sleep hungry." A smile emoji followed that message. I opened up the wrapper, and it revealed a whole roasted chicken inside. It was still warm. The chicken came from the shop I mentioned to her a few days ago. Tagged her in the short, even.

A list of high-end gifts carefully chosen to mirror the aesthetics of someone who built a brand on luxury illusions, porcelain vases, gold-accented glassware, and embossed stationery. All of it… under the headline: The Daytons: A New Beginning. I didn’t say anything. I just copied the link, closed the browser, and put my phone away. Then I went to Ofelia. She opened the door barefoot, one of the kittens climbing her leg like she was Mount Everest. “Hey,” she said, a little surprised. “Everything okay?” I held up my phone. “Can I show you something?” She stepped aside to let me in.

Besides that, I eagerly looked forward to sharing my daily life with Dad too. Just like that, time passed in a blur. Before I realized it, my birthday was soon approaching. My roommates invited me out to the nearby night market, and I agreed. No longer was I the same Charlotte who felt inferior due to being unable to return someone else's kindness. After all, I had my dad now, and I was already satisfied enough with that.

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

As the 3 figures came closer, I could clearly see who the girl was… There was no mistaking it, the girl who’d just walked into the room was Felicia St. Clair. Felicia was Freedom Academy’s sweetheart; she was top of her class, a member of the Honor Society, president of the bi**le Study Group, and a rich-girl socialite. Felicia was the school’s little-miss-perfect.

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

"Oh, what a day, what a sex, what a long night this would be, but I'm beginning to not catch any sleep as the minutes tick; my eyeballs are probably starstruck by the dark lately; I can barely catch any sleep. What time is it? I think I should go get some water; I'm a bit thirsty, and maybe if Felicia is still awake, we can have some girls talk or something. I'm sure that there's a lot she wants to ask me about. About Jackson, my baby, who is its father, and how about Kellerman and me? She would have probably sensed by now that we're not together anymore, I meditated on. "Feli, Feli, where are you?" I spilled "I'm here, Rose. Sorry you didn't see me when you turned to the corridor; chuckles

I said to her. “Yes!” she said as she lifted her cup and I sent the first chapter to her. Llewellyn or Wells as we mostly called him was her gay best friend, hence the name Felicia, and he never read anything I wrote but he was still part of my inner circle and he gave me a lot of ideas and sayings that I used when I had gay characters in a book. Harley spent the next hour reading in between updating her group and then she settled back on the couch as we had our daily gossip session.

"Celia is a pitiful person. I'll buy a few more copies of ‘An Actor Prepares' and place them on her tombstone. That's her favorite book." Maia picked up the book that Celia loved the most and flipped through some of the pages. That was when she saw Celia’s handwriting on the book's blank pages. She read through one of the lines carefully and realized something. Did Celia use this book as a diary?

They worked fast, and as soon as we were done, Julian made a call to the hospital, asking for all the details about my miscarriage. Even now, he still thought that I'd gotten an abortion and used the baby to manipulate him into coming back to me. A wave of bitter contempt hit me as I heard his words. Without sparing him another glance, I turned and left the courthouse. But just as I reached the steps outside, Vera appeared before me.