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The truth of our lies ✵彡 ℍ𝕀𝔸𝕋𝕌𝕊 ✵彡
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Ongoing, First published May 17, 2020
"You did this to me." She hissed, poison seething between her words. "You told me you weren't like them." 
He took a step toward her and she flinched. 
"Don't."  
He reached her in a couple of strides and his hand cupped her cheek. 
"Please." He began. "I know what I've done isn't right, but let us forget."
Plain hurt painted his face but who was he to display such an emotion when she was the one that stood at the recieving end of his decisions.
"Us? There is no us, there never was." She whispered before brushing off his touch.

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The story of a rising celebrity who crosses paths with a dramatic poet in the infamous city of love, Paris.

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Author's advice: read this slowly. Take in each word as a whole and do not venture ahead. Don't try to guess. Don't come in with expectations. You'll be transported to their lives, passing through mirth and sorrow. 
Enjoy the ride.
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The quiet between us

36 parts Ongoing

You're staring again," he murmured without looking up. "I'm not," I said, even though we both knew I was. He turned his head slightly, those blue eyes flicking toward me - calm, calculating, and just a little amused. "Then stop memorizing my face." "Maybe I'm just trying to figure you out." "Good luck," he said quietly. "I haven't even figured myself out yet." Naomi didn't mean to notice him - the quiet boy who spoke like every word cost him something, whose hands looked like they'd learned to hold both violence and tenderness in the same breath. But Samuel Kings had a gravity to him, the kind that pulled you in before you even realized you were falling. His twin, Samantha, was the opposite - sharp, poised, and frighteningly still. She didn't speak unless necessary, and when she did, it was like a scalpel - clean, precise, and leaving a mark. "Emotions are a weakness," she told Naomi once . "Then why do you look sad every time he smiles?" Naomi asked. Samantha's gaze lingered for a moment too long before she turned away. "Because I know how it ends." The Kings twins arrived like a storm no one saw coming. They were beautiful, strange, and impossible to ignore. And for Naomi - the scholarship girl just trying to survive another session - they changed everything. One moment she was laughing with her best friend under the sun, and the next she was standing in the rain, realizing her heart had started keeping time with his. You make everything complicated," she whispered. "You make everything matter," he replied. But beneath the quiet smiles and the charged glances, there were secrets - The kings weren't running from trouble; trouble followed them like a shadow. "You can't save me, Naomi." "Then I'll stay with you until you save yourself." "You shouldn't." "I already did." Because some people don't just change your story; they rewrite it entirely. He was ink, she was light. Together they left star shaped like constellations