#2 TOXIC SERIES - READ VENOMOUS LOVE FIRST IF YOU DON'T WANT ANY SPOILERS.
When you think of a prison, a penthouse overlooking Sydney isn't the first thing that comes to mind. I bet not even your last. But ever since my mom died when I was barely th...
LILY follows the timeline of VL. On the right upper corner you'll see what is happening at the same time in VL. I truly hope you'll enjoy this book ♡
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VL ch. 16+17
I was completely, abso-freaking-lutely overwhelmed. I was used to shopping centers like Westfield or The Strand Arcade back home, flocked by tourists and local shoppers, but this felt different. I felt like a sore thumb drowning in luxury flagship stores. Wasn't it because of the stares on my bright orange hair or my freckles, then it surely was because I looked like a lost boy stuck in a nineties grunge rock band album cover. I only missed the black kohl under my eyes.
These people were all so pretty.
And with someone.
I was here with so many people and I've never felt this alone.
Calling my cousin was out of the question. He told me how busy he was, I didn't want to trouble him more than I already did. It wasn't hard to see that me being attached to his hip was asking a lot of him. The many questions must have given him a permanent headache. I would have. But he never wavered and dutifully answered every dumb thing that came out of my mouth.
And Chan, he had helped me last time with getting snow gear for our ski trip to the Japanese Alps two weeks ago. He was just being a good friend to Minho, bugging him once again to help me get something to wear for tonight was stupid. It was stupid how my heartbeat spiked the longer I stood still in the moving crowd.
I willed myself to get it together.
I can do this.
I can do this.
"Hey, are you lost?"
I cannot do this.
Fear took over in an instant when I felt a timber voice breathe into my left ear. Instinctively, my elbow jabbed backward while my throat released a high-pitched shriek. I turned to the unknown man standing behind me.
My eyes widened into satellite discs. The man with the dark-blue almost black hair looked at me in confusion. Crimson red seeped out both of his nostrils, puddling into his cupid, then streaked over the curve of his upper lip.
"O. My. God! I'm so sorry!" My heavy accent would never abandon me in situations like these. I searched frantically through my sports bag for something to help stop the heavy blood flow that was coming out of his nose right now. But all I had was a dirty towel. So I grabbed the crumbled, white Vans tee I hadn't used at the gym and wrapped it around my hand to push it against his nose.
"What are you doing?" He backed away with his head and eyed my clothed hand. "You want to use that?"
"That, or my dirty socks." His nose wrinkled and took the shirt from me. He angled his chin up and pressed the white fabric against his nose. My hands were back on him, feeling him up to see if I didn't hurt him anywhere else, but then I remembered something.
