I began writing my first novel sometime in 2020, and I remember typing the first words as if it were yesterday. Luz appeared before me, pacing through her apartment on Calle Obispo in Havana. I heard her high heels clacking on the marble floor, felt the electricity coursing through her body, and smelled her expensive perfume.
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Her first movements were shy, subdued. But as she let the music carry her forward, her hips began to sway as her feet obeyed his lead.
Grayson gave her a sweet tale to appease her curiosity. “Soleil? Like fine wine. Darn attractive, mysterious, too. But she was too young for an adventure.”
The waves lapped at our ankles, holding the same determination as Paloma's voice. Despite everything, peace settled between us. Everything was out in the open.
Electric currents surged up her spine, rising from her lower back to her head, bursting behind her eyes. Her husband sat right in front of her, eyes cold and wild, dripping with contemptuous arrogance.
Annelotte * 24 maart 1995 - 25 february 2026
“I’m done.” Bree cursed under her breath. She’d just left her parents’ chaotic party, her balloon dress clinging like damp plastic, curls unraveled by the rising wind.
She swirled so fast that her eardrums throbbed as the scenery melted into a shimmering kaleidoscope. To imitate the gold medallist, she tilted her head and spread her arms for a stylish finish. The sun broke through as she landed, accentuating her brilliant finale. Exhilarating.
“Put on some music, Bells.” Zoe’s voice rose like wind through trembling twigs. The room soon filled with soaring drums as Zoe’s breathing exercise conjured a storm within me.
