"The best blessings are right in front of you."

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓? 𝑶𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 " 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 - 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑳𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓, 𝑺𝒁𝑨 "𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔?" 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. "𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉," .𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 "𝑶𝒉 𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒆𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 -" 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕..

"You're sleeping alone in your bed, but check your window. He's at your window..."-Tyler the Creator/Frank Ocean

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫."

Dahlia Myhir Jonson is the girl who died-and came back. Brutally beaten by her mother at just ten years old, Dahlia was declared dead... only to wake up hours later on a mortuary table, fully healed and very much alive. With a new name, a new town, and a body that heals faster than any vampire's, she's been hiding in plain sight ever since. Now seventeen, Dahlia is trying to pass for normal in Mystic Falls-a town where secrets are currency and the dead never stay buried. She's got friends, a decent GPA, and an on-again-off-again thing with Matt Donovan. But when Matt dumps her-again-for the ever-perfect Elena Gilbert, Dahlia's patience wears thin. Especially when Elena starts making moves on the mysterious new guy, Stefan Salvatore. What no one knows is that Dahlia is far more than the "quirky" girl in gym class. Her powers are growing. Her past is catching up to her. And there's something ancient in her blood that even the vampires don't understand. In a town full of supernatural predators, Dahlia isn't prey. She's the storm they never saw coming.

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

❝𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧❞ she ain't stay for long but her impact and ability to make these batches mad will stay for long.

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