Placebo Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Give me back my hard-earned eight-pack abs! END OF CHAPTER 1

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

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Friendly, ISAAC's butt. ISAAC's going to give the book back to her once ISAAC decides to read through it. "This manual seems quite comprehensive," ISAAC remarks as ISAAC leafs through the contents page. "I have to say I'm impressed you've got through all these stages. Chapter one, shock; chapter two, distress; chapter three, denial; chapter four, mourning; chapter five, mourning?" "Nah, I skipped directly to chapter eleven." ISAAC's brow furrows as ISAAC's gaze drops to chapter eleven entitled 'Revenge and Retaliation.'

Words flowed in wild bursts: “Chapter One: How Roman Broke Me… Physically, Emotionally, Spiritually. Chapter Two: Why I Might Actually Enjoy It. Chapter Three: Wait, Stop, What Is Happening? Chapter Four: Billionaire Men Should Come With Warning Labels and Maybe a Consent Form.” Dorsey’s snort came suddenly, sharp, loud, and utterly inappropriate given the seriousness of my life’s drama. Soup sloshed in the pot. I jumped, pen nearly stabbing my thumb.

Only inside what had already become their life. End of Chapter One Hundred and Five

"I'll be ready." End of Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

Midway through, a scent—cold coffee mingled with something metallic—rose from nowhere and the edges of my vision went soft. I sat very still, counted to five again, and whispered, “Not now.” Biology, uninterested in my schedule, did not reply. —End Chapter 4

Thank you for reading Chapter Thirty-One| Past II sad story huh? Love, Coco