The Elite

prologue

—EPIGRAPH—

❝ the blood in your mouth isn't invisible, my love. Neither is your pretence. Nor are you. ❞

— Nátasha.

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—The Elite—

❝ Heavy is the head that wears the crown. ❞

when competition takes a much harder form,
when friendships are adorned with a storm.
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— hushed whispers, wicked sins,
face full of mirth, envious grins.
then I shall breathe,
for the thrill of ruination , is all
that I seek.

— Nátasha.
Welcome to the world of The Elite.
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We're not your typical historical classic shit, chère. bow down.
— the Elites.

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—DEDICATION—

To all those who wear the crown.

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—CREDITS—

To every story/author that/who inspires me to write.

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—COPYRIGHT—

copyright ⓒ N.C.W 2020
All Rights Reserved.

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