Sanzu Lines Novels & Stories

Just concern. “You wanna… fix things with Damian?” he asked. The question landed softer than I expected, but it still knocked the breath out of me. I looked down at my shoes, scuffing the toe against the pavement. Fix things. If only he knew how inadequate that phrase felt. Like a bandage slapped over something deeper and messier. He didn’t know that Damian’s hands had been on my waist. That his mouth had been on mine. That whatever line existed between us had already been crossed and erased and redrawn into something blurred and dangerous.

she sobbed, but the smirk playing at the corner of her lips made it clear she was anything but sorry. And now, she tried to pull the same stunt in front of the whole class, acting all pitiful while shoving the juice at me. I just shook my head. "Sorry, I'm allergic to mangoes, so I'll have to pass." As soon as I said it, Amelia's eyes filled with tears and she started sobbing. "Emma, please, forgive me. I just transferred here and didn't know all the details. That's why I misunderstood you. Please forgive me. Just take one sip, or I'll feel guilty forever."

“ A pet for the dragons, can she handle us though?” His hands goes higher and I bite my lip harder. Santino’s hand on my left thigh massages the inside of my thigh and Maximo spreads my thigh adding more space between my legs. “ I guess we will find out, for now. I will try not to burn her alive.” Maximo growls before he puffs some air on my face and disappears before my sight. Santino lets go of me too and sits back on his seat, he looks out at the vast land they own.

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”

And your contact photo is adorable, by the way. A strangled, inhuman sound ripped from my throat. My contact photo. My baby picture contact photo. My mother was dead to me. I slammed out a reply, fingers flying. Me: Delete my number. Tristain: No <3 I choked on air. This man. This man was Satan with cheekbones. Another text came through—longer, somehow worse. Tristain: Also, next time you want to insult my jaw, at least pick something creative. The skull bit was funny, though. I’ll give you that.

The silence was loud. I thought about Ethan’s laugh when he was genuinely amused. About the way he reached for my hand without thinking. About the future we had started to talk about in half sentences and unfinished plans. I thought about Lila’s voice, steady and calm. I thought about my body, unfamiliar and stubborn. I thought about nothing. Then I looked. I stared at the stick like it was a language i had never learned. Two lines. The world did not end. It just changed shape. For a moment, I could not breathe.