I returned to the Anderson Mansion, my mind too drained to put on a facade. The moment I entered my room, however, my exhaustion was replaced by tension.
A figure sat on my bed, legs crossed, her long manicured fingers resting lightly on my sheets. My jaw clenched. Adeline. She sat there as if the room belonged to her. And if there’s one thing I despise, it’s people who act like they own what is mine.
There are many things in this world that are still a mystery to me. I have been writing since I was 15, on and off. I try to sustain myself financially while doing what I love, but to strive financially, I often lose the drive to write the stories I enjoy and love. It would be my great honor to share my world of fiction, fantasy, and romance with you all. So if you love the stories I write, any support will be appreciated. With All the love ~Violet
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