Oh, Birdie, my Birdie

Oh, Birdie, my Birdie

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Dear you, How does one fall in love? Can it be spontaneous? Between friends that never realized their subtle glances to one another until it's too late? Does fate really play with the deceiving timing? All these questions buzz around my mind like a busy bee and yet, here I am, thinking of you. Always. Tell me, Birdie, how did the idea of love evolve? Did someone just decide one day that they love another and would do so much for them to prove it? I would for you... Birdie, tell me, do people have a choice with who they love? Is that why someone can go from loving someone one week to another the following week? I never could with you... Tell me- tell me, my sweet Birdie, will you love me someday like I love you? Yes, I love you. And I'll shout it off the mountain tops, listening to the echo of my promise, waiting for it to reach your ears. Trusting the light breeze to deliver it to you. Love is crazy, Birdie, and I knew the second I laid eyes on you that one day you will be the sugar to my tea. The spotlight to my stage. Oh, how I love my tea and plays- just about as much as I do you. I love you, my sweet Birdie. And I'll always be waiting for you. For your love. Always and eternally, my little Birdie. (A book consisting of letters) ©All Rights Reserved
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At the most prestigious school on earth, justice doesn't come from the principal's office. It comes from someone wearing a mask. Aureus International doesn't educate students, it ranks them, sorting children into tiers by blood and bank balance until the line between privilege and punishment starts to blur. Money buys silence here. Corruption wears a uniform. And when the system protects the wrong people one too many times, someone starts making them pay for it. They call this someone W. No face. No pattern anyone can prove. Just security footage that loops at the same hour, every time, and a string of golden reputations left in ruins by morning. Eight students walk these halls with more to hide than the rest of the school combined: old debts, older secrets, and a silence none of them are willing to break first. Whether they're hunting W, hiding from W, or something far messier than either, none of them are saying. They say the truth always comes to light, but at Aureus, even light has learned to keep secrets. ______________________________________ Side note: 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐮𝐞𝐭 Ib: School 2017 Release days: Whenever I get time. ⚠️ The image used in the cover is not mine. ⚠️

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