Ximena Gonzales gets arrested for two and half years for protecting her friends from getting brutally beaten up by prophets. What happens when she gets out? More importantly, what will Oscar think of her when he sees that she's out early?
I've read...
Hey y'all I made a Spotify playlist for this book for you to enjoy while y'all read. So here it is...
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It's filled with deep bass songs, sexy slow songs, upbeat power songs, sad and depressing songs, and soft love songs to summarize what this story will be like.
You'll notice that some of the songs don't go with the book and that's because I haven't written that scene yet. Also some of the songs are for book 2.
Yep you read correctly! I'm already planning a book two and turning this into a series.
If y'all have song recomendations to add to the playlist then comment below and say what scene you think would go nicely with it.
Hope you enjoy the music and the chapter!
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I'm currently walking through the door of Monse's house because Ruby texted 911. When I get into Monse's room I see a pile of dresses on her bed, and Olivia sitting there looking at her with a proud smile. Ruby, however looks like he'd rather die than be here.
I turn to look at Monse to see she's wearing a hideous yellow backless dress, and watch as she sighs in frustration. I go to her closet and toss her a hoodie, a pair of shorts, and some converse. She smiles brightly at me and then ran to her bathroom. Olivia stood up and glared at me.
"What the hell is your problem?! She looked stunning!" She snapped at me while spitting in my face.
"I'm just saving a friend from torture. I'm not allowing her to go anywhere when she's not comfortable." I crossed my arms over my chest and told her with an annoyed look.
"This is a dance! Not a street party." She snarled at me.
"I can see that." I said with a flat tone. I am so bored with this conversation.
