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“I’m not five. I’m eleven.”
My sister Tasia was in a bitter mood against me. Usually she was nice as can be, especially to me..
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I never really had time before this to actually examine what was by the fountain. Kier’s face was really distracting from all of it, really. Des..
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“Where were you?” Hadrian’s voice was harsh as he grabbed the reins of my horses. I tried to shove him aside but he wouldn’t b..
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“Stop being a snob.”
“Stop being arrogant,” I retorted, glowering.
Hadrian lets out an exasperated moan, turning away from m..
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I’m not sure how long I sat, just watching him. Tears came and went as I did so. I felt for the first time since Vorion’s death that I had..
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White fabric clothed my entire body, yards trailing behind me. I felt like I could hardly move. Color rimmed my eyes and a more pale complexion was se..
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“It smells terrible here,” I complained. So far I hadn’t found anything particularly ‘belle’ about Gathinbelle. It smell..
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For a while the tour was strictly a tour. He showed me the different rooms, still with a completely blank expression on his face and I found it most i..
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I thought the masks were silly.
I suppose they hid who one was a little bit, but to myself I still thought who I am was ridiculously obvious. And Emm..
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The stench started to die down and the butterflies in my stomach started to fade. I was still worried about Gathinbelle and what would happen to them ..
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