"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

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Three years ago, Anneke committed suicide. Her body was never found, and there was no suicide note. Those appear three years later with even darker secrets, when Sage arrives at the city of Rimona.

Paxton whimpered, shooting pain through me. He sounded so hurt, so broken. I hugged him tighter, realizing now that my tears weren't from the pain in my arms, but the pain that Paxton was feeling. He fell on top of me, wrapping his arms around me. His claws were no longer there, but he was still trembling. "Everything's going to be okay." I repeated over and over softly. He breathed in my scent, slowly calming down. "I thought you were gone," he whispered painfully against me. He sounded so vulnerable. "I'm right here," I said quietly into his ear. His arms tightened around me yet again. "Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me ever again." His voice cracking at the end. "Promise me. Promise me you'll stay with me." The desperation in his voice nearly broke my heart. Who knew that such a strong, powerful man could be so lost inside? Who knew that he could be so broken? "I promise." Little did I know, that promises were meant to be broken. *Cover by Maytijessen