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I wаѕ taken and lосkеd іntо a room. This іѕ where I ѕіt nоw, wrіtіng thіѕ jоurnаl thаt wаѕ lеft here for me bу оnе оf thе lаѕt gіrlѕ. Thе реrѕоn whо took mе is Erіса Mоrgаn, аlѕо known as Nеоn Lірѕ. She’s a ріmр and criminal that оnе оf my оldеѕt frіеndѕ knоwѕ.

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"He looked at you the way he used to look at me. He protected you the way he used to protect me. You took everything, Nova. So yeah, I took everything from you. Fair trade." She dropped the book on the ground right in front of her feet. "Welcome to the real world," she said quietly. "Where nice girls lose and gold diggers get exposed." She walked back into the room, I bent to pick the now torn book, then Katie emerged from somewhere behind her, gave me one last disgusted look, and followed. I picked up the book, the spine was bent now and the pages crumpled but at least it was still here and it was still mine.

Or so she said. We settled into a secluded corner table on the third floor, stacks of dusty tomes shielding us from the main reading area. The air smelled like old paper and faint coffee from the vending machine downstairs. Sophia slid into the chair across from me, her knee brushing mine under the table as she unpacked her notebook. “Okay, read me something hot,” she whispered, eyes sparkling. “Make me forget about that fight with my ex this morning.”

The woman was like a sleeping child. It made me happy how she didn't change. I knew she'll never change, that’s why I chose her. She didn’t have to pretend to other people. With how wonderful she is, I am sure there are men who’ll like too. I kissed her forehead. Let's fight together, Sena. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

It wasn’t like I’d take it out of her room. I settled on a glossy paperback with a woman in a huge, old fashioned dress on the cover. It was well loved and the wear on the spine told me it had been read more than the other books in her little stash. I took that as a good sign and got comfortable on one of the folding chairs. I was a few chapters in when the tent flap opened, but it wasn’t Sheila. “Doesn’t anyone knock around here?” I asked. “Where exactly am I supposed to knock on the canvas?” Malcom asked.

At Charles's hands wrapped around his mug in her kitchen the way they had been wrapped around mugs in this kitchen across two years of Tuesdays and Sundays and the significant evenings and the ordinary ones. At my face. Carrying something that was not the wound she had given me to carry. Something that had grown in the place where the wound used to be. Something newer. Something that smelled like what survival became when it finally, fully, became something else. She let go of my hand. She looked at what we were carrying into the next chapter of everything. She looked at it for a long moment. Then she let go of her mug. She opened her arms. --- We came to her.

I had the top score in the state and got into Northbridge University. Then I waited for my official acceptance packet. And waited. Summer ended, and it still hadn't come. The day before classes started, I finally decided to go to the university myself and find out what had happened. I had barely stepped outside when Claire Vale, my childhood friend, grabbed my arm. "Miles, don't go." "Why don't you take a year off and reapply? You could do it with Dylan." I turned to her, confused. "I spent three years working for a 1590 SAT score. Why should I repeat a year with someone who barely scored 800?" The silence was suffocating. Just as I lost patience and turned to leave, Claire finally

Blood spilled onto the acceptance letter on my desk, staining it red. I could also feel the strength and warmth draining from my body. I was freezing. I curled up on the floor, wrapping my arms tightly around myself. Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. But somehow, it felt good. From now on, Josephine could hold her head high. She was free from the shame of having a murderer for a brother. My parents wouldn't have to live with other people's judgment because of me anymore. At last, they could finally be free of me and start their lives over. And I wouldn't have to live with the pain of my illness anymore or face the way they looked at me.

I was cursed by a dark witch. If I was not marked by a mate when I came of age at eighteen, I would die alone. Cassian and I grew up together. I had already pictured it, the two of us bonding under the Moon Goddess's blessing at the Full Moon Ceremony on the day I came of age. But on the day we won the war against the rival pack, Garrick, the head Elder, held up a vial and let his gaze sweep across the crowd. "Cassian, you did more than anyone. This healing potion should be yours." I looked at him hopefully. After all, the potion was the only thing that could suppress the curse and keep me alive long enough to come of age. But Cassian avoided my eyes. "Give it to Lilith. She's an Omega. She'