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She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

I shove the last of my clothes into my battered old duffel bag and zip it up with a sigh. This is happening- I’m going to track down Hunter Graham, the famous author who vanished without a trace some months ago. My roommate and also my only friend, Jenna, leans against the doorframe of my small bedroom, arms crossed as she watches me pack with a skeptical look. “I still think this is a crazy idea, you know," she says. I roll my eyes as I toss my toiletries into another bag.

I take a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain what I'm feeling. "I guess I'm just feeling a bit lost. My voice was barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm at a crossroads, and I don't know which way to go. I feel stuck; I feel like the world is compressing me and I am choking. "That can be a really scary place to be, Jane. I understand you perfectly well; I have been there too and I know how it feels. Trust me. I felt the same way a few months ago when my husband was distancing himself from me; it felt like I was living in a strange land with no one to rescue me. Is there anything I can do to help?

She gives me a strange look so I clarify, “I don't think I can handle any large groups of people tonight. I just spent the majority of the day in an airplane sitting scrunched up next to strangers and then walked through crowded airports while more strangers bumped into me.” “Ahhh. I get it.” She reaches over and rubs her hand in circles over my middle back. “Don’t worry, it always works out the way it's supposed to.” I know she's trying to make me feel better with all that ‘the universe has your back’ and ‘what's meant to be will always be’ bullshit but it doesn’t change the way I’m starting to feel about Joel and it doesn't make any of this any easier. It sure the hell does make me feel

The hands started pounding on the flywheel, one more punch and one more again. The wheels of the car were sliding down the road so fast that the trees looked like blurs. Enrico opened the windows, allowing the cold air to whip his face. His uncle’s voice still reverberated in his mind, the information collected, along with the coin and the pen drive, confirmed what Enrico was so afraid to admit to himself: he was wrong about his own wife. The woman he loved was a fake. He was tired of that fake marriage, it was time to teach a lesson to the woman who bewitched him with her charms.

I'm sure you're thinking that we don't seem like best friends, we probably seem like a boss and her assistant, the thing is when I was 10 years old my dad was about to lose his job, he was the only breadwinner in our family at the moment and my little sister was diagnosed with an illness, his boss was Cara's dad so I begged Cara to talk to her dad but she had a condition that I become her best friend and do whatever she says I should do, I agreed and my dad did not lose his job, her demands were sometimes unreasonable like when we were 13 I had a crush on a boy and Cara also liked the boy, she told me to stop talking to him and when I refused, I got home to meet my dad jobless, ever since th

Jace tried to call me back but I was already walking away. I didn't trust myself to stay there any longer. I kept my head down as I walked into the building. The excitement from earlier was completely gone. Rather, I felt embarrassed about dressing up. What was I thinking? That Jace would look at me differently? I hit myself on the head. “Stupid,” I muttered. I opened my locker and reached for my books. The second I turned around, I crashed into someone. My books slipped from my hands, but a familiar hand caught them before they fell down.

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An unknown feeling is subsiding my inner self. I don't want this feeling. "I will wait for her, no matter what happens." I heard him mumbled. Something hits different though myself as he said those words. And just like that, I concluded something that I don't want to feel. *** I am reading a book that Aunt Gisselle lend me. It's already evening and I'm just going to fall asleep. A loud knock from my door interrupted me. It just opened immediately and Aunt Gisselle came in with a box she's holding.

looked at it four minutes ago and left me on completely read. ​A wave of intense, hot embarrassment flooded from the tips of my toes straight up to my ears, turning my cheeks a deep, frantic crimson. ​Please open the floorboards and let me slide directly into the campus sewage system. I want to disintegrate. I want to pack my pastel pink pillows, get back in my mom's car, and move back to Brookhaven where the boys are predictable and the social stakes don't make you want to pass out. I have been left on read by a verified sophomore. The universe is officially over.