You Read That Wrong Novels & Stories

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As she would read through a book written by an American hidden author who said ‘We are in the twenty first century, hence every child deserves to be treated equally. That is what keeps her moving in the campus and she made to mingle with all the other kids in the campus. “Miss Alice Martins” The lecturer called her out with her first surname. He had noticed that her attention was not on him and he couldn’t go on without making sure all of them have understood what he was explaining. “Yes?” She questioned as she lifted her head, the eyes of the rest of the royal children who had been threatened to attend the classes now turned to face her.

Sebastian chuckles, only saying something weirder: “No, you wouldn't. I just want to say -- I, owe, you.” No. This is all wrong! “O” is not own. “On” is own!!! Ahhhh!

ANGEL'S POV: Romeo stepped fully into the closet and pulled the door shut behind him with a soft click. The space suddenly felt smaller, warmer, filled with the scent of my perfume and his cologne. My heart started hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My thighs trembled under the towel. “You’re my elder brother,” I said, the words tumbling out fast. “What we did in the classroom was a mistake.” Romeo’s hand slid around my waist and yanked me against him hard.

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“I just…wanted you to know you’re not alone…I also didn’t get a fated…I…” My growl tore through the garage. “See, that’s where you’re wrong.”

“As it should be.” Neither man realized that they were standing on opposite sides of the same misunderstanding. William believed Raymond was confirming the match with Sarah Kensington. Raymond believed William was speaking about Marilyn. Both were satisfied. Both were certain. And neither suspected the disaster quietly building beneath their feet.

His throat was tight. He said: "She wouldn't do that. Sloane wouldn't—" She said: "You don't know what she would do. You never did. You spent three years thinking you knew her and you were wrong about the most basic things." Her voice didn't change. Still even. Still calm. "You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option."

"Nate, our entire relationship was a mistake. The only mistake I made was not seeing you for what you are a coward, cheater, and a manipulator " His face flushed dark red. "Watch your mouth!" "Or what? You'll steal my words too? Oh wait, you already did that. You've built your entire professional reputation on my work. And now that someone's finally called you out on it, you have the audacity to call me a backstabber?" "You had no right to go to Dane" "I had every right! That was MY work! You just slapped your name on it and smiled that charming smile while everyone praised you for brilliance you didn't earn."

"You said it was. I said it wasn't." Sophie looked at him. "Who was right?" "Neither of us," he said. "Both of us. It was complicated in a way that isn't complicated anymore." "That sounds very us," she said. And then stopped. *Us.* She'd said it without thinking, the word arriving with a naturalness that surprised her, and from the way Julian's expression shifted she knew he'd noticed. "Yes," he said quietly. "It does."