Riding The Bull
The cable lay tangled like roadkill, and I was already sweating through my Goodwill polo. Third day on the job, and I still felt like an imposter. Sixteen, and somehow I'd convince...
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The cable lay tangled like roadkill, and I was already sweating through my Goodwill polo. Third day on the job, and I still felt like an imposter. Sixteen, and somehow I'd convince...
Lila pressed herself against the lockers, phone in hand, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did when he was near. She wasn't proud of it, okay? But ever since her best...
Kai had spent sixteen years perfecting the art of being practically invisible. It wasn't even a choice—more like survival instinct. At school, she was the kind of person who blende...
My phone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. I knew exactly who it was before even looking. Fox—that's what everyone called Maya, because she was sly as hell and always three...
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