BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
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Veronica's POV
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will host the ball.
Marcus, and I are sitting in my bedroom, on the floor.
Sitting down on the floor with my legs crossed, Marcus stares at Sparky. Sparky stares at him. They both stare at each other.
"You're fat," Marcus tells him.
It hisses at him.
"Marcus, leave my ferret alone!"
"I haven't done anything, it's just hissing for no reason."
Sparky hisses again.
Marcus points a finger at Sparky, "Listen here you little shit—"
It starts whimpering.
I glare at Marcus and slap the back of his neck. Hard.
Marcus hisses in pain, before staring at me annoyed, "What the fuck!"
I roll my eyes, "Don't be nasty to my ferret, bitch."
I start to feel Sparky scratching me with his claws. I'm tempted to grab this ferret by its tail and chuck it away. But I don't. It doesn't even hurt.
What the hell am I doing?
I gently throw the ferret off of me and sit up. Sparky runs back to me and climbs onto my lap. I give the ferret a weird look.
What in the separation anxiety?
I push him off my lap but he just runs back like an idiot and sits on my lap, looking up at me. I poke his nose and he tries to bite my finger. Then I softly slap him with my fingers. He stumbles back. I snort.
"Dumbass," I mumble.
Hearing Noah's footsteps, I watch the door.
The door slowly opens and Noah's eyes set on me and his cat. He literally melts, falling to his knees. "I think I might die of cuteness," he whispers.
I roll my eyes, "You're so dramatic."
He gets back on his feet and sits beside me.
Feeling tiny paws on my chest makes me look down and find Sparky trying to climb me. What for? I don't fucking know. I'm not a ferret.
I shake my head at him and take my phone out of my pocket. I check the time and realise I'm late for my daily killing spree.
"I've got to go. I'll sneak into your room in the middle of the night and watch you peacefully sleep while I'm holding a knife above your head soon, okay?"
