The Education of Petra v7
Alaric wasn’t stupid. He knew not to stick around if he didn’t have to. Lackeys abounded, though they weren’t in the know
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Alaric wasn’t stupid. He knew not to stick around if he didn’t have to. Lackeys abounded, though they weren’t in the know
She woke up slowly, aching all over. Her vision was a little blurry, but she could hear monitors and feel the IV
Petra could scarcely believe how well things had been going lately. Not only was she surprisingly enjoying her high school friends and
It had been the best night of her life in a long time – maybe ever, she felt. She smiled when she
Petra was making it a point to duck Brandon, or at least his questions about her time at school, as often as
She had to hand it to him – even if Brandon was doing this as a way to humor himself and humiliate
“Petra, I want you to go to high school.” Brandon said from where he sat at his desk. “For god’s sake why?”
Dear Vince, I first want to say thank you. Thank you for trusting in me enough to confide in me. Now to
Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit. Vince swore to himself as he left the motel room. He knew there was something there, some kind
She found herself backed up against the wall of the small motel room she was sharing with her partner for this job.