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    • epilogue

      by Mae Celeste It was a beautiful day outside. The water was crystal clear, there was barely any clouds in the sky, and the sounds of screaming people were just music to my ears. Hemming had judged a military vessel he deemed unworthy of being in his waters, so when they were out of range to the nearest ship, he hastily made his way underneath them and made his move. This was the first time I saw him take down a ship, and I always imagined it to be far less beautiful than the new treat he is showing me. It almost made…
    • chapter twenty

      by Quinn Hawthorne   I wasn’t too surprised that she left the house today. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, eager to catch a glimpse of the intricate creative process behind my artist. As I snuck through the back door, I took in the delicious scent of Vanessa and the notes of the dog she loves so much. But something else was here, something masculine, and it sent my beast on edge. Vanessa was mine. Only I could understand her genius and her creativity. I followed his scent like a bloodhound.…
    • chapter two

      by Quinn Hawthorne   I hadn’t been in class in a week. You’d be surprised how little your professors cared about you even when the syllabus screams to have perfect attendance. As long as you were paying your tuition, they were silent. I knew it wasn’t high school, but if someone didn’t respond or show up, and they were supposed to show up for a week, it should get someone talking. Right? Despite knowing that I should prioritize my grades, all I could focus on was the overwhelming desire to crawl…
    • chapter thirteen

      by Quinn Hawthorne I was insanely proud of her. I waited until she was in class before heading to her new place. She’d done well for herself with the money I supplied. I was glad she took me up on the offer because now I could provide for her by using my connections without her knowing what I was doing for her or who I was. I was relieved that today was filled with clouds and rain. It made breaking in so much easier when no one was out and about. All the children on the street were inside, trying not to get wet, and no…
    • chapter sixteen

      by Quinn Hawthorne I dripped a drop of lime essential oil on a card where I already had a drop of spearmint. Letting the scents mix for a second, I shook the card to blend them even further before bringing it up to my face and taking a deep inhale. Exhaling, I let out a loud moan at the mojito-like scent I had just created. This would be a perfect addition to my collection. As I made a note of the measurements I would need for my next batch, my phone vibrated in my pocket, letting me know a text message came…
    • chapter thirty-two

      by Quinn Hawthorne FUCK! I should have paid more attention. How the fuck was she going to realize just how much I paid attention to the details if I couldn’t get the right brand of cereal? I knew she liked cornflakes with berries or banana slices in the morning. So, the question was: are they cornflakes or frosted flakes? Was she that health conscious and ate cornflakes because they were just a non-sugary version? The one social media post where she did post her breakfast was not as specific as I thought it would…
    • Chapter 1

      by Quinn Hawthorne I cracked one eye open, the bright morning sunlight already searing my retinas. Ugh, another day, another dollar. Or in my case, another day of being a glorified nursing home attendant to my dear, sweet grandmama. I rolled over, my head pounding from last night's bottle of cheap cabernet. The Mothman stared back at me from his rightful place on my wall, his beady eyes judging me for my life choices. "Mornin' to you too, Mothey," I grumbled, reaching for the grimy, chipped mug of lukewarm tea on my…
    • Chapter 4

      by Mae Celeste The first light of dawn seeped through a small, grimy window set high in the wall, casting a feeble glow over my prison. I lay there, aching and disoriented, the events of the previous day replaying in my mind like a broken record. The room was a crypt, silent and cold, filled with shadows that danced mockingly in the half-light. As my eyes adjusted, I took in the details of my surroundings. The walls were bare concrete, the cold seeping into my bones, and the floor was a patchwork of cracked tiles that…
    • chapter twelve

      by Quinn Hawthorne I tried to wait up that night to see exactly what he would do with that cooler of organs, but I must’ve fallen asleep because I missed it entirely. When I checked again, the cooler was gone, and in its place was a ton of cash in an envelope taped to my door. The envelope was addressed “Thank you for trusting me, Your Biggest Fan.” I closed the door behind me, taking the opportunity to count just how much I made. It was a whopping half a million. Taking a gasping breath, I fell to my knees as tears…
    • chapter fifteen

      by Quinn Hawthorne “What are you up to today, baby?” I murmured as I pulled up the live footage of her house. I scrolled through the different streams until I saw her in front of her laptop, sitting deliciously on her bed cross-legged with her shirt falling off one shoulder, exposing the unmarked smooth skin. Turning on the sound of the camera to let it blast through my headphones, I listened to her slow, sultry voice croon into her screen as she recorded a custom video for her SomeFans account. “Baby has been a bad…
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