She sat there in plaid blue. Her onyx hair flowing in ringlets to her waist, her glassy blue eyes were cold and unforgiving. Stiles Brennan swaggered into school two hours late. There she sat like a porcelain doll placed messily on the chair. Her gaze moved from the iPhone she was holding to Stiles and her breath caught. She really was a doll. She stood, Stiles held his breath as he thought if she stood she might break, and sidled up to Stiles and held out a translucent hand. "Lorelei Hennbrooke" she flirted. He then jumped back, just because she's pretty doesn't mean she's kind or smart or gentle she could be a complete bitch. But there was a way that she caught Stiles eyes it was as if he were now captive. She was like a glass Cinderella but she was to brutal to break. He then shook her hand. "Stiles Brennan but you can call me Sunny" At that Lorelei's rosebud mouth puckered into a tight smile it was manipulative all the same but she then laced her hand with his. "What can we do with you?" She sneered.
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~Letters to Adeline~
ChickLitAdeline Thompson- fourteen years old, piano prodigy and enigma to all, golden blonde and cerulean blue eyes , a flower in the attic to her family. But something dark is manifesting in Adeline Thompson. On the 'Pen Pal' project day she discovers Ryde...
