Eloise's pov I grew up, unlike other young ladies. While different young ladies were playing with their barbie dolls and imagining cosmetics, I was playing hunt in the forest with a gathering of neighborhood kids where our headquarters was a wooden post in a tree. While different young ladies were tied in with getting ready for parties, I was laying on my bed under a lamp as my grandmother made me understand books. While different young ladies were putting on cosmetics to look more normal, I was running set up in my space to a dance blend tape I made for two or three hours delivering all my pressure. While different young ladies had an enormous gathering of sweethearts, I had just a select 2 or 3 dear companions I can truly trust, act naturally around, and chuckle over nothing with. While other young ladies become inebriated after school sites during the day, I went to work and moved to graduate in a media organization going to gatherings on 36th Street in New York City, as a repo

Anonymous povEvery moment spent in Willa's presence was like hell to me, it always felt like she could see right through me. She knew me better than anyone, as far as I know, not even Davies comes close. Perhaps, I should fall in love and find myself a woman too. That has been on my mind recently, to find a companion one who makes my heart beat a little faster, one who when she is near, I would have short breaths, one who I could not live without. I have thought about it for a while and maybe, it was worth a try. If it wasn't, why would Blade put his heart in such a position again knowing full well what happened the first time he tried it? There was a problem, I had been a playboy for too long that I do not think I would be able to love or find love. Taylor's resignation came as a shock, I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later seeing her ego and pride hurt by Davies's decision, but I did not expect it to be so soon. She had too much information on me to let her just go like

Secretary's povI had to leave, I had to leave town. Go far away, go to where nobody knows my face, go to where nobody knows my name. If I did not run, I would be tempted to run back and try to throw myself into Gonzalez's arms. I missed the attention he showered me with and I will forever live with the guilt of being unable to love a man who was nothing but a gentleman to me. Look how I let something that good out of my hands. I will come back, better but not for him. When I do come back, I will be coming back to avenge my parents. This was the place to plan and set things in motion. With time, I am sure that he will get over me and move on, besides he had his daughter. That was something that I lacked, a loved one. Willa's povMy two weeks of "rest" had come to an end. I had to go back to see the face that I dreaded the most, Penelope's. It was even harder for me considering that I was expected to write an apology letter and submit it to her. About her? Was this not supposed to be

Gonzalez's povI kept mute, my thoughts everywhere."And I think they are after me too. I am their next victim" he said in a voice barely above a whisper"Why would you say something like that?" I inquired knowing very well why "You know, it's just all so complicated. Everything happening quickly" he lamented "It was just like yesterday when he came to me and now, he's gone. The people who took the body, they know what I was trying to do and they will come for me" he continued "You have to stay strong and fight to the end" I was trying to encourage him and push him from such negative thoughts "I am scared and know I don't have very long now. However, I need a favor from you" "No, I am way past beyond doing favors for people now. I can't especially in these dangerous times" I dismissed, I could not get involved in this "I do not want to be involved in any of the family's mess, please," I said with emphasis "How did you know it had to do with the William's family?" He asked turni

Anonymous pov"I have been looking for you. How long have you been standing there?""Long enough. Yes, she is a ball of a chaotic mess. But she is your ball of chaotic mess and you love her immensely. She knows you know she is a mess right now and going through some rough internal crap, but you love her just the same and as deeply as ever. You always reassure her, are always there for her, and support her. And she loves you more for it. And she trusts you even more and feels safer with you for it. You will see the thank you in the smile she gives you, the way she rests her head on your shoulder because she feels protected there, and how she lays on your chest nuzzling into the corner of your arm as you hold her so she can hear your heartbeat. See how her chaos is worth it?""Damn man, I did not know when you became a poet yourself. I knew you lived poetry, but did not notice when you became one who wrote it" I said and we laughed it off"Tell me about yours, this Eloise, and please