Perfect Twelve Novels & Stories

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC

Jeff giggled, "Let me ask you a question, why do you like this Prisca-girl so much?" Diri, still running on the treadmill, replied, "First off, her name is not Prisca girl. Her name is Prisca. She's unique, she's beautiful, and she has an amazing voice. Aside from music, she is an industrialist, someone who puts her head to work. What not to love about her?" "Let's just get it straight here, she wasn't yours, she can't be yours and she will never be yours. Stop living in your dreams man, fall in love with someone physically, and get laid." Jeffery scoffed.

I was instantly bombarded by the Coleman twins, Kendra and Kinsley, the number one gossip queens of our team. “It’s nothing serious, we met before starting school and reunited at a frat party recently.” “Awh,” they said together. “That is so cute,” Kendra said. “Really cute,” Kinsley chimed in. I could see how this would get annoying. “Who is number 24 on our team?” Leah walked up and asked. “Whoever he is, he has a serious vendetta against number 16 on the other team.” ‘Number 24…that’s Aiden!’

They stood together in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the elevator. The average figure's gaze locked onto the suitcase carried by the tall figure, his hand reaching out to claim it. But his attention was split. In that moment of distraction, his elbow jabbed back, connecting with the cup. The man's reflexes were quick but not quick enough. The coffee spilt, a dark arc splashing across Elena's gown mere inches from her breast.

"We get him to come to us." Noah pulled out a tablet. "Mercer has three clubs in the city. He uses them for meetings, deals, recruiting." Evelyn nodded. "If we make trouble at one, he'll take notice." Damien grinned. "I adore trouble." Lena turned to Noah. "Which is his favorite?" Noah scrolled through the files. Then he stopped. "Horizon." Lena recognized the name. It wasn't a club—it was his headquarters. Evelyn frowned. "That's a war zone, Lena."