This is not a story of a charming boy next door and a pretty girl wherein they meet, fall in love and live happily ever after. This is a story of a boy with nothing but intellect as his only treasure and a baneful girl with secrets nobody dares ask her about. The pursuit of his answers begin long after when he comes to know that he too is a part of the skeletons in her cupboard and unsuspected feelings bloom in him as he sees in her a familiar face from his bygone years. This is not the story of a boy who grew into a man through pain. This is the story of a girl who was never to be born.

Lordly Loralie Hansel

Was there a fourth brother nobody knew about? Or was it another cousin? For all I know, the convolution of that family must be the reason they're always so mysteriously fascinating. 


Tzion sauntered towards us, with the rest of the pack following him. Loralie and the new guy just stared, which made me discomfited so I looked to the side. 


"Hi. What a bright morning, right?" Elwyn announced, trying not to make anyone awkward with more silence. 


"It's flaming. Not just bright. The only thing at level bright here is your mango-like hair. Is your hair naturally that color or is it dye?" 


"Is your hair naturally thick or is that a wig?" 


Elwyn threw back a rejoinder at Loralie like a reflex. What was his problem? It was made clear last evening that Loralie never belittled granny so why would he do this now? 


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