Ink Stained Hands

Ink Stained Hands

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A girl with a tragedy behind her every step is left orphaned and hopeless. Saved by novels and trained to turn her body into the ultimate weapon to fight and protect. But not even she, a deadly 20 year old, could fully prepare for the surprises that lay ahead. Things like an amber eyed newcomer with a smile that could kill and a Captain of the Guard with a body that could stop an army, a strange stone that could change her life and the opportunity to become the very thing she has always dreamed of. When characters, heroes and monsters start dripping from the pages of their stories , her knowledge of them will either save her or destroy her. Not only does this new world pose a threat to her life, but also to her heart.
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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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