❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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Some people have the ability to sweep you off your feet and take your breath away from the very moment you meet them. They march into your life without your consent in a loud, wild yet incredibly alive manner. They left you wondering why you fall hard on the spot without even knowing them, and it last. You will never understand why they hold so much control over your emotions. The only thing you would know is that each time they appear, their presence pulls you in and make you stop thinking as a whole. And here's a thing about feelings, it grows.
But regardless of all the questions they put you through, you stupidly thought, when did love make sense anyway?
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LONDON January Location: Assigned Apartment
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"Jax, who are you exactly?"
There was a pause of silence before a peal of light-hearted laughter sounded, "Good question."
"I know." Grabbing his compliment and shoved it aside immediately, the impatience is real. "Answers please."
"What exactly do you want to know about me?" he asked, his deep voice slightly hoarse and almost distracting.
"Alright, then it shall start with this." I was determined. "What do you mean when you said that you approached me because it's me?"
"Precisely as you have stated. I wouldn't have accepted that mission to oversee the transfer if it was anyone else," he responded simply.
"I'm confused," I frowned. "I don't even know you before any of these!"
"You know, sweetness," he said and if I wasn't mistaken, there was a tinge of sadness in the way he spoke. "You simply couldn't remember."
"What?" I stunned. "Why?"
"I can't tell you more than what I've just said, Iva," he sighed in a low voice.
"You're not getting away with that, Jaxen," I mentioned. "You don't get to stir everything up and leave me utterly confused out of my mind."
"I swore an oath and there are consequences in every action I take," Jax replied. "You must understand that I am as desperate to tell you everything, if I could."
"What am I supposed to do with you then?"
"You know it deep in your heart."
"Of course. For starters, I know that I want to strangle you," I fumed.
