PolySanders; Morality (Patton), Logic (Logan), Prince (Roman), Anxiety (Virgil), and Thomas.
(This book could potentially be good if I try hard enough)
Thomas' life is amazing, things are going according to plan, much to Logan's surprise, and everything is happy and peaceful. Nothing has been overwhelming like it used to be, he had bad days but he didn't have absolute shit days anymore and his friends have been around so much that he is beaming with happiness.
Of course, good things always have an ending to them and things go horribly wrong.
One of Thomas' good friends has passed away, he was very close to this person, and would give anything for them, but now they're gone.
That's when Virgil is introduced to everyone, and god, did he make a scene.
The sides don't like the new personality, and set out a mission to get rid of him, but nothing seems to work, so Logan takes things into his own hands and sets an appointment up for a doctor, the most expensive one in their town.
And then, thats when everything changes, and Thomas is introduced to the world of drugs.
THIS STORY LITERALLY WILL FUCK YOUR WHOLE DAY UP. (so meaning, I advise you not to read any of this)
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.