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I'm afraid I'll have to stop here Princess or else I might wet my own paper after working so hard on writing. I promise I'll be back soon Lia. Don't forget me okay? Love you. Your Little Prince, Zale Felix Cohen. " - You remember how your heart had slowly ripped inside your chest as you read every written word. You recalled the faint drops mingling with the letters written on that piece of paper. Those tears didn't come from you though. They were already there when you got the letter. They were his tears. You remember noticing the messy penmanship, grudged in a way than usual. Your heart snapped when you realize he was writing it with a trembling hand.

I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

I was on my eighth shot, downing burning alcohol down my throat, repeatedly adjusting my boobs so my cleavage could pop in this bandage dress while my eyes searched for the perfect candidate. I was on my ninth shot when I noticed them. Three men at a table, exuding wealth, power, and class. I narrow my eyes on the first man, and a deep familiar feeling crawls into the pit of my stomach. Dressed in a white undershirt and a coffee brown suit that made his golden brown eyes pop under the light, with a tattooed hand that made me wonder if he had his whole arm inked. When those brown eyes meet mine, my breath hitches in my throat.

My fingers shivered as I submitted my creative writing piece to her. I prayed this time she wouldn't criticize my work again and force me into one of those dreaded makeup tests that I always had to take alone, which I hate so much. The manuscript felt weighted with my hidden thoughts, yet I'd managed to capture them on paper. I had poured my most secret longings into this narrative easily after watching my roommate shower, their skin glistening with water. That's when the concept for my story began to form for me.

Cora’s POV. It's been just three hours since my parents left the house and I was already spiraling with different thoughts. Ace was seated on a couch across from me, his eyes focused on his laptop while I struggled to focus on the book I was reading. Not to mention the fact that it was an erotic book. One that was specifically a forbidden romance, just like my predicament. Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses.

"Give me a second," Ruth-Ann gasped, jumping up like she'd been burned. She stumbled toward the door, her legs shaking so hard she nearly fell. She yanked it open to see a tall, blonde boy standing there. He was wearing a pastel polo shirt with the collar popped and khaki shorts that looked freshly pressed. He was currently running a comb through his perfectly styled hair, looking like he belonged somewhere far more expensive than her front porch. "Babe, I've been texting you all evening. Sup?"

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SOPHIA'S POV The old mansion loomed at the end of the overgrown driveway like something out of a nightmare. Being fresh out of high school, this stupid dare had sounded fun especially after we had been sitting around Nicole’s basement drinking cheap vodka. Now, walking up the bushy path with only our phone flashlights lighting up the way, it felt like a horrible one. “Guys, seriously… this place looks condemned. Can we please go get tacos instead?” I called out, wrapping my hands around myself.

Elden I watched the file upload to the secure server. It was a heavy, high-definition ghost that was about to haunt Derek for the rest of his life. I didn't feel a shred of guilt. I didn't feel a shred of mercy. I looked at Gabriella, who was curled up on the bed, her skin glowing and her breath finally leveling out. She looked reborn. She looked like a woman who had finally found the ground beneath her feet. "It’s sent," I said, my voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

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