"Take one look into those saccharine eyes, and just like that- you're his. Just like that, you're gone. So don't look too hard- or too deep, my dear."
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Every action warrants a consequence. A year since junior high has yet to eclipse, and yet, it's as if time has reversed instead of moving forward. Except, this time around, (Y/n) (L/n) has no sleeve to grab ahold of. For this, she can only blame herself. Two people continue to stand unmovably by her side, but how much of that is due to want and how much of it is due to pity?
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As spring transitions into summer, made up of lethal concentrations of hate, deprecation, love and obsession, the undercurrents continue to surge in Book Two of Adored, Admired, His.
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