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Adonises
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Ongoing, First published Mar 02, 2019
There is an unspoken rule every student must know in Rosalie academy: ❝Never mess with an Adonis❞.

     The adonises are on the top of the food chain. They have power, luxuries and a trail of broken hearts behind of wherever they go. 

     Eighteen year old Irene Curtis had no intention to be involved with the adonises until a certain event where she caught all three's attention and definitely not in a good way. 

     From then on, the adonises are out to break her. 

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     ❝I'm not stupid Curtis, not like my brothers, and you know full well that I won't ever fall into your trap,❞ Lucas brought his lips to her ears then whispered in his huskey voice, causing her to cold-sweat in fear. 

     ❝Then what are you going to do? There's no way for me to undo it,❞ Irene sheepishly admitted to him, making sure to avoid eye contact because she knew after one look, she's over. 

     Lucas stared at her in silence, seeming to be thinking. ❝Use me then,❞ he said unexpectedly, ❝and in return, you're mine to play with.❞
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.