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The Book Of Epic

The Book Of Epic

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 19, 2015
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Fantasy
Imagine waking up in a world having no idea how you got there. A fantasy world where almost anything is possible. Meet Frida, A fiery redhead with a temper. Meet Avery, an archangel with spirit. Come join this interactive story- submit your characters today for a chance to have your character in this. Use the Guide Of Epic to create a character in the story and watch as their stories unfold and their destiny awaits. Will the characters find out how they got there? Or will the cruel, beautiful, glorious fantasy that they live in eat them alive? Find out in the Book Of Epic.
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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