The beautiful angel walks up to me and looks at me lovingly. A year ago, I would have been disgusted but now his gaze was doing things to me, things I didn't want, FEELINGS I wasn't ready for. My knees buckle under the gaze of his beautiful golden eyes. He smiles and at this point, he's standing right in front of me, so close he could probably hear my heart beating so erratically in my chest.
Thump-thump
He lifts his hand and touches my cheek oh so softly, his thumb brushing against my jawline. I let out a breath at the amazing feeling,
Thump THUMP
sparks flying through my skin.
He smells like honey.
He leans in my ear
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
and whispers,
"Don't you even think about rejecting me".
I look at him in shock, how is this being of goodness, of grace, looking at me with an emotion so rare for his kind to look at my kind with.... LOVE.
He smirks and blushes at my reaction to him and his eyes brighten in delight, his eyes then trail to my lips, and his thumb brushes across them, I let out a shudder.
"You are mine and I am yours forever, you are my
destiny"
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Twin schools, the school for angels, and the school for ravagers have been founded to train future generations to kill demons. Angels run heaven and hell while ravagers hunt demons. What happens when a good-natured angel boy falls in love with a ravager despite her rash nature?
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It was supposed to be anonymous.
Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications.
She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words.
I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything.
But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think.
Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met.
I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me.
I've played a lot of roles in my life.
But never this one.
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Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real.
She calls herself BlueInk.
She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me.
She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore.
She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight.
And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am.
Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am.
Not the icon. Not the actress.
Just... me.
But if I don't?
I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.