Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

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At Universidad de Las Estrellas, intelligence and talent aren't enough-you also need courage. The university is under the quiet reign of QU4RTZ, a notorious group of four heiresses to the wealthiest business tycoons across Asia. They're untouchable-powerful, feared, and rarely seen in public. But above them all stands their most infamous and terrifying leader, known only as "Bloody Mary"-a woman said to have two horns... not literally, but enough to send chills down anyone's spine with just her presence. "Kaya kong patayin lahat, makuha lang kita, jho. Kahit mamatay ka naman!" "I hate you, Aiah Arceta!"
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Heart

Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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