Him, Me, and a Pair of Handcuffs

Him, Me, and a Pair of Handcuffs

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Let's just say the day began with revenge and ended up in handcuffs. Connie Davis hated Paris Kings since he killed her parents, tortured her sister, and left her brother nothing but insanity. He was the definition of the devil to her and it was time for her to get revenge. So what could happen if you fit the devil and a girl who's best friends with karma in the same room? Regret. The day she decided to get revenge was the day karma actually turned on her. Paris gets attacked along with his gang and now, they are stuck with each other. Literally. Now, there's always a reason on why karma does what it does. So why does it try to get in the way of the feud that neither of them is desperate to stop?
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During the times when kings and Queens still ruled, where holding hands was considered a scandal, Idris Frasier struggles to survive when her life is sucked into a group that calls themselves, The Society. She tries her best not to let their schemes, secrets and ways consume her. However when she finds someone who gives her hope and makes her smile, can she take the chance despite the conspiracies to attain her happiness. The thing about society is they're not to be trusted because everything is a game. ______________ My father once told me a story... "Imagine being mixed with the crowd. Everywhere you turn you see faces. What's worse? They're looking at you with hate, disgust, disappointment. They spit venomous words that slice through you sharper than a knife. They hate you just for existing, for simply breathing the same air as them. It leaves you feeling suffocated but the more you run, trying to find a way out, the faces multiply. You're searching-looking for someone who can look past everything, pick you up and smile at you. You fall on your knees taking the hits. They keep pushing your limits until your back breaks and you're face flat on the ground. That's how it feels, Idris. That's what we've come to know in this cruel world. This-This place we call Society. It isn't a fairytale of happy children playing and people getting along. No. It's far more evil than that. One day you'll understand, if only it doesn't consume us."

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