helloooooo everyone !!
as you may have or may have not noticed, i haven't updated this story in a while. I never gave up on it, I will never gave up on it. It's my favorite thing to write, and there are so many things you haven't seen and experienced alongside these characters. There are a whole more complex and interesting characters coming soon, so much you have to know about Harry's past and his relationship with Annie. There are so many therapy sessions to experience with our favorite therapist, Ms. Alanna Bishop.
Still, I feel a bit pressured to write this story and I do not want to feel this way. I've put so much thought onto this story, and the way I want to write it. As everyone knows, it involves so many periods of time, lifetime or eras as you would like to call them. That's why I want to take the time to write the best story I can, I cannot express enough how this story works better if it's read from the beginning to the end instead of waiting months for a new chapter.
This isn't a goodbye, or a cancelled book. It's still ongoing, but as I said before, once is fully complete, you'll have it.
Also, I'll need beta readers as the story goes on, if you'd like to be one, i'd thank you from the bottom of my heart and you can message me here or through ig @darianahopesfor
a tiny snippet to thank you for reading, i will be back soon. There's so much to say about Harry, but especially, so much to learn. love you, guys <3
"Drop the case, Stewart." Helen's sharp and harsh voice came out in whispers as she held my left arm preventing me to enter the place. I let go, my steps becoming faster as I heard the heels of my partner behind me. "You shouldn't be doing this."
I turned around, facing her for the first time in days. "What should I do, then?" A bitter laugh came out of my lips, "Should I wait until you fix this? Until we get justice? That's your suggestion?"
As I made my way towards the door, flashes of cameras and screams made the scene a bit more real. I swallowed, fixing my suit and holding my briefcase tight to my chest with my right hand.
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Among the Fallen.
RomanceTuesday. 8:07 pm. I was drinking vodka. Straight pure vodka. I quit yesterday to the law firm I worked at. Well, they fired me. I stopped going about a month ago, they gave me a few days to 'recover'. Like I would wake up one day fully recovered ove...
