Novel Cream Switches Novels & Stories

Something about them wasn’t adding up. The cream smelled of lavender and something else and looked similar to what Jared had given her. She took a little with the tip of her finger and lifted her shirt. “That looks more than a little bruised, Ava,” Alpha Diego said as he put some drinks on the table. The cream seemed to work the moment it touched her skin, so she wondered if Iulia had whipped it up herself. Relief made her sit back and take her first full breath since Mr Hansson had broken her ribs.

Her fingers paused for a second. Then she picked up the aluminum tube and unscrewed the cap. The cream was white in color, with a scent of mint mixed with some herbal aroma. She applied a little of the cream to her index finger and rubbed it onto the edges of the abrasion. The coolness of the mint penetrated the skin, reducing the stinging sensation by half. The remaining discomfort turned into a mild tingling feeling. Caspian crouched down in front of her. His knees touched the carpet with a soft sound. His eyes were at the same level as her hands. He reached out, grasped her wrist with his fingertips, and turned her hand over, with the palm facing up.

On August, week before senior year. The book was published. "The Switch: A Story of Identity, Manipulation, and Freedom" By Aria and Sage Chen. Small press, limited run. But it was ours. Our story, our words, our ending. We did one interview on local newspaper. "What do you want readers to take away?" the journalist asked. Sage answered: "That you can survive manipulation. That you can rebuild." I added: "That second chances are real. If you choose them." "What about Victoria Ashford? Have you heard from her since publication?"