It's the year 2026, technology rapidly advancing, including life changing inventions. One of these inventions was the "The Watch", it was created by an organisation who claimed that this tiny device had to be embedded into your wrist and would connect to your nervous system. For what? You must be wondering...
Well, once this invention connects to your nervous system, after 12 hours, it would count down to when you meet your soulmate.
This invention became global, until it was in the norm to have this in every hospital, clinic, pharmacy etc...
You had to be at least sixteen years old to own "The Watch." The scientists had tested it on younger patients, under sixteens and found it malfunctioned the body, causing their brains to go insane, mentally and physically.
27 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
27 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
Book One of Five in the New Beginnings Series.
**You do NOT have to read Inhale, Exhale, & Breathe to enjoy these stories**
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CYRUS PIERCE:
I'm content in my almost soundless world. I prefer to live through the romance stories I weave and post online. Hardly anyone reads my books, even if they're free, but I do have one fan, and he's supported me since I started writing two years ago.
Except, my writing started to take a depressing dive when I realized that you simply couldn't prevent nor protect your heart from falling for someone. For him. For the one who had no interest in me.
When I fell in love with him, I thought we had a chance. It was an accident.
Turned out, I couldn't be more wrong. He doesn't want me, and I wasn't supposed to have him.
It didn't matter if he showed up in the bookstore every day, talking to everyone else except me. Nor did it matter at all because he didn't know sign language. He couldn't learn.
We couldn't communicate.
But after I go on a date and it ends in putrid disaster, he makes his appearance known, and he's angry.
Then he's doing things for me that confuse me.
My stories are filling up with pages of content, dreams that I want to come true, and my mystery commenter encourages me to continue-to reach my happiness.
To take what I want.
But the activities planned start sparking familiarity-like I lived it before, or maybe dreamed it. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd written it before?
My mind is spiraling, but I can't stop myself from getting closer and closer to him.
I'm not supposed to have him, but my heart craves him.
Sage Monroe, I'm in love with you, and I'm scared now because I have a feeling that you've been communicating with me in more ways than one.