𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙫𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩: A dark, possessive, and dangerous feeling slithers through me every time 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 crosses my path. She is my 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. I desire to love her and destroy her for anyone else, making her solely re...
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I WIPED THE SWEAT from my brow, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as I tried to regain some form of composure. The pilates class had been more intense than usual, and every muscle in my body screamed in protest.
I glanced over at Monaleo, my best friend of 10+ years, who was already packing up her things with an ease that made me envious.
"That was brutal. I don't think I can feel my legs."
I panted, leaning against the cool metal of my locker. Monaleo flashed me a grin, her brown eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.
"You say that every time, Serena. And yet here we are."
