"Partners in Crime?"
"Always."
Top Secret Agent Clary Fray is the best in the business, but everyone knows her motto: "I work alone."
Yet all that's about to change whenever her boss/step-father Luke chooses the best Detective in the world to wor...
Today's chapter is going to be emotional and very heart-twisting. Heartthrob-Demon, YOU SAW THIS COMING!
Anyways, as stated before, the pain will soon go away. But literally remember guys, authors put in emotional scenes because it is highly significant to the plot.
Not just that, but it makes you root for the characters. It makes you attached and emotionally invested for all the right reasons. It strengthens the plot for the better.
Literally me and Cheyenne (Heartthrob-Demon) were having this conversation one day about how y'all will never see a book with JUST fluff from us. Because this is the real world!
So, little ones, I promise this all will get better.
But we have to remember thatfucking Valentine will kill Clary if Alec gets the slightest bit closer to her, kids!
Enjoy and please don't kill me! 💗Autumn.
Chapter Twenty-Seven Break Me
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Alec Standing in front of my large rectangular mirror, I took a breath in and out as I beheld my reflection.
Midnight black hair done absolutely perfect, chest out as I wore a black dress shirt, two of the buttons unbuttoned and showing a small glimpse of muscle and my chest. I wore blue jeans and a dress shoes to finish off the look.
In my pocket was my police badge, something I'd carry around always.
A flash of memory was sent to me then as I remembered my nineteenth birthday, the day I received my badge. I'd wear it everywhere, despite even if it was unneeded. I loved the police force that much. I loved the fact that each day I was saving and protecting, shaping the world and contributing to making it a better place. Even if it was only the smallest bit of help.
Smiling, I looked myself in the mirror and completely wiped myself of knowing the fact the scars underneath my clothes were everywhere.
Miles upon miles of skin, and yet the scars that marked me I would have willingly.
Those were the scars I got for saving the woman I love. I went down for her, and I would go down and die for her a million times more if it meant that she would be save.
