"Strength isn't about how much you can handle before you break; it's about how much you can endure after you've been broken"
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Astria Belle Crawford hasn't had the best of childhood. The separation from her brothers and father had affected her in...
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The window kinda thing is not a window instead we're gonna pretend that it's long window/doors leading to their backyard!
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I walked inside the house the back door of the house and directly into the kitchen as the twins followed after me. Two men in black suits followed after the twins with bags in their hands. Two young ladies came from the side and took the bags from their hands. All them them walked out of the kitchen and Zion closed the doors behind the men.
My eyes landed on Octavian who was leaning against the refrigerator scrolling through his phone, sipping on a bottle of cold water. I cautiously walk past and plop down on one of the stools. I saw Octavian raise his eyebrows in the twins' direction as I rested my head on the counter top. I could care less about the secret conversation they were having through eyebrows. Cue the eye roll.
A bottle was slammed on the counter in front of me. I slowly look up and see Octavian with his lips twitching a little. A small took over my face as I looked at him trying to smile. "Water?" He asked.
"Thanks," I muttered as I opened the bottle. In my peripheral vision, I saw Zion and Zane with identical smirks and my eyes narrowed at them.
"Vian," Zane called, the smirk still on his lips. Octavian turned around and one of his eyebrows rose on seeing the twins' smirking faces. "I'm thirsty," He continued.
"I think I'm dehydrated," Zion said, his smirk widening. Even though the twinkle in his eyes and his glowing skin contradicted his words, he looked like he had completely believed his words. I let out a silent chuckle as I brought the bottle to my lips,chugging down the water.
I watch the three amusedly as Octavian gave them an unimpressed look. The twins just watched his expressions change with the same smirk but it was widening by the second. With one last blank glance at them, Octavian turned towards me. I kept the half-full bottle of water down as Octavian leaned on the counter-top, his weight on his forearms.
