No Questions Allowed

No Questions Allowed

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"I am not an easy piece to forgive nor forget," he says. "You will fall, but not like you're probably imagining. Not in a cheesy way, no. You will fall from that pedestal you're on top of and you will crash. And listen careful, doll, not this green hair girl, nor her boyfriend or the guy by your side, but I will be the one to observe you from that one corner and will decide whether if I shall push you up or sink you deeper... ***** Scarlett Jarsdel is no ordinary seventeen year-old girl. For generations, her family has always kept a tradition that just remains under the Jardel's roof. And that is the forbiddance of asking any question. Now this year for Scarlet is utterly different as she finally gets to meet what a school is like and the ones that compose her after being taught sixteen years surrounded by the same four walls of her house. What will happen when Scarlet crosses with Zayden Lancaster, a boy that has come to reveal the world she has been back from?
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"I wish to ask you something." It took me a moment to make Warren out. He sat watching me. I sat up, still a little drowsy. "Shoot." He was instantly concerned. "What's the matter?" Oh, he took it to mean that. "No, I mean go ahead, ask me." "Oh. Would you forgive me any fault?" "What, you planning on killing Kyle?" He chuckled throatily, and I fell in love with the sound all over again. "Please be serious." "You know I would." He tipped my face up and his eyes bore into mine as if he was trying to read my very soul. "Any fault, Belle?" "Anything..." I affirmed, then teased, "except Prague." He rolled his eyes and sat back. "Tonight I watch over the forest. May I escort you home?" "Yeah, sure." I turned to pack up. Warren turned me back to him, slipped both hands into my hair possessively. And then his lips were on mine.

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