Epistolary
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Solitaire Legacy (Epistolary #1) by Phrealmoax
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EPISTOLARY #1: "Some stories are written to heal, but not all are meant to forgive." Alyssandrée once believed in the fragile magic of love and friendship---until she found herself trapped in its aftermath. What used to feel safe started to burn, and the faces she trusted turned cold in return. Yuna and Train betrayed her. "Well, some stories are written to avenge." Learning that betrayal cuts deeper when it's wrapped in make-believe, she decided to rewrite their story on her own terms. "This time, I'll be the one to betray them." Her goal was simple: Play the part. Win their trust. Tear down their defenses... so she could get what her heart truly wanted---revenge. "But vengeance is never clean." Until she realized that in a world of make-believe and betrayal, the most dangerous stories aren't the ones we write, but the ones we start to believe.
Miggi & Friends (Epistolary #2) by Phrealmoax
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EPISTOLARY #2: Some people find comfort in crowded places. Some people find comfort in familiar faces. Sometimes, they find it in the warmth of an embrace. But Anastasia found hers in Miggi. For her, he was more than a friend. He was the person who never seemed to grow tired of listening when she was talking. No matter how messy her thoughts became, he read every word with quiet patience, and with kindness that made even her darkest days feel a little lighter. He never judged. He never rushed her. He never made her feel like she was too much. Every secret, every fear, and every fragile dream eventually found its way to him, until he became the keeper of the parts of herself she trusted no one else with, because he was her living diary who carried every page without complaint. Maybe that was why she always came back. In a place where everyone seemed too busy to listen, Miggi was always there whenever she needed him. Anastasia never questioned how---she was simply grateful that he was.