Hi. I'm Justin Smith, and I don't have a heart.
Yes, I still have the red, bloody, beating thing that keeps me alive.
Duh.
But I don't really have emotions.
Or HeartStrings. I pity Aphrodite's Chosen when she sees my soul.
Or rather, the tattered pieces of it that are left.
Who am I?
I'm Hades' Chosen.
I can look you in the eyes and see anything that causes you pain. Secrets, lies, injuries-all of it.
You could call it a gift-or you could call it a curse.
Either way, no one knows about it.
Not my family.
Not the government.
Not even Aphrodite herself.
Not Charlotte Williams, my best friend.
(I make a point of not looking her in the eyes. I don't want to know her secrets.)
Really, I don't want to know anyone's secrets, but it kinda comes with the job.
So, there.
That's my story.
Who am I?
Well, did you not just read about my entire life?
If you completely ignored the entire chapter, then here it is laid out for you on a silver platter.
I'm Justin Smith, Hades' Chosen. Heartless. Soulless. I know everyone's secrets.
Remember that, please.
Now, let's get to the story.
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HeartStrings
RomantikCharlotte can see HeartStrings. She looks deep inside someone's very soul and discovers who they're meant to be with. But, she can't look at her own. When Charlotte develops a crush on her best friend Justin, she takes a peek-and finds out something...
