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I said, then shooed them away. A couple of minutes after they left, while I had immersed myself in the book I was reading, I felt a presence hover over me. Judging from the way the person’s shadow practically covered my entire figure, I could tell it was a man. I put my bookmark on the page I was reading, closed the book, then took off my sunglasses and looked up to see who it was that had decided to disturb my peace. “Colleen Hoover,” he said, reading the name of the author of the book in my hands. “My sister loves her books”.

I stood there, helpless, as they worked around him. “Please step outside,” someone said, guiding me toward the door. I barely felt it, I barely heard it. My mind was still stuck on his words. The door closed in front of me and just like that—I was alone again only this time…It wasn’t just heartbreak waiting for me on the other side. It was something far more dangerous because somewhere out there… Someone had just learned—Daphne Harper existed.

I'm smiling. Hector looked at me and waited for my name to be said. “ Hanalia Faye Beltran Evan's” is my second untouchable handcuff. FIN

Every anomaly feels deliberate yet unplanned, and my pulse accelerates. A journal catches my eye. Its leather cover cracked, pages brittle. I open it, careful not to tear the paper. The entries reveal snippets of life: appointments, frustrations, and references to patrons or family members. One entry mentions “H.V.” repeatedly, initials scrawled in a hurried hand. Harper Vale? I wonder, the thought turning cold in my chest. Could Harper have orchestrated this? Or merely known too much?

My forehead furrowed when I saw a small piece of paper. "Metamorphosis is coming..." What is this? I looked at the back of the note and read it. "Your future defines here..." it looks like a quote. It was given to it by one of the students yesterday. I just put it in my bedside table and headed out of my room. I slowly went down the stairs, when I saw Lucky, talking to my mother. She's wearing a beautiful casual dress. Above those beautiful dress was our graduation gown. Her hair was curled naturally. She's wearing also... make ups. I didn't even recognize her.

or someone. Authority: Ms. Hampton, can you clarify what led you to believe Mr. Thompson was withholding information? Jessica: I tailed him. After his breakup from her previous girlfriend, Emma, his evasiveness didn't end. That's when I found Scarlet, imprisoned like some forgotten doll in his mansion. The room is tense, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and cold justice. I lean against the wall, my arms crossed, observing her every move. Despite her physical limitations, her mind is sharp, weaving a tale of deception and misplaced affection.

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

He looked so peaceful like this, his brows relaxed, lips slightly parted. He hadn’t experienced a nightmare this time. A small smile flickered across my lips as I watched him. Was it selfish to hope this moment meant something? Whoever this “Honey” girl was—the one whose name had haunted his dreams—was it too much to believe he could forget her in my presence? Something twisted in my chest. Maybe I didn’t want to know the answer. I stayed there for a while, letting my fingers lightly brush the ridge of muscle on his arm, trailing softly, lazily over his skin. It felt dangerous, allowing myself to feel this much, but I couldn’t help it.

Harper I hit the ground on the other side wrong, ankle twisting sharp under me with this pop that makes me yelp “fuck fuck fuck” loud enough that a couple birds scatter, and I’m hobbling there cursing Elias for every single thing he’s ever done to my body when this girl comes running up from the parking lot edge, all wide-eyed and helpful like she’s been waiting for drama. “Harper? Oh my god, are you okay? That looked bad, here let me…” It’s Lauren, the kind one from my old psych class who always shared notes and smiled too much, and I don’t trust her for shit because what if Elias planted her, what if this is another spy like Sophia, but my ankle is throbbing and I’m already late on my wind

​Thr​ee Mon​ths Later Rain tapped softly against the‌ window of Jessi​ca’s‌ new apartment. Sh‌e s​at by the sil‌l, st‌aring at the gray st​reets of New Yo⁠rk, thinking about al⁠l‌ the choices that⁠ had brou​ght h​er here.