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### Synopsis: "Unraveling Fates"Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men. They're manipulative and toxic – her lousy ex taught her that lesson well. Enter Terry Snacker, the embodiment of everything she despises. He's arrogant, a troublemaker, and worshipped by everyone who meets him – except her. But he's also relentless, charming, and unfairly gorgeous.Their first meeting? Instant mutual hatred. Their second? Just as bad. Their third? Um... you see where I'm going with this. It's clear to everyone around them that they're not each other's biggest fans. But fate, or maybe some cosmic prank, keeps bringing them together – forcing them to learn more about each other.But like Hannah, Terry has a dark past – he's just better at hiding it. Faced with an uncertain future, threats from an unknown assailant, and still trying to heal past wounds, both of them will have to learn to rely on each other.In a story filled with unexpected twists, searing tension, and undeniable attraction, Hannah and Terry must navigate their complicated feelings and the dangerous secrets that threaten to tear them apart.

Terry Snacker

I had to hold back a gag as I recalled some of the things that girl had said. She had no shame. Come to think of it, neither did I, or I would have put a stop to it. No shame. None. Zero. Nada.

I shuddered as I marched across campus to get to the nearest coffee shop. That whole debacle had put me into an even worse mood, and now I had to deal with a two-hour physics class without a drop of caffeine in my system. You bet I was running to the nearest coffee shop before class. Maybe I'd get something to eat. Scratch that, I was definitely getting something to eat.

My mind flashed back to the two horny assholes and I blew out an annoyed huff. I wanted to forget it all happened, but it was still so fresh, and my anger had yet to subside.

As I neared the coffee shop, I saw the familiar face of Hannah Walker coming out, a steaming cup in her hand. Great. Just what I needed. Another reminder of how messed up my night had been.

She spotted me and her expression immediately soured. "Terry Snacker, as I live and breathe. What hole did you crawl out of this time?"

I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for her attitude. "Relax, Walker. I'm just here for a coffee. No need to get your feathers ruffled."

She took a sip from her cup, eyes narrowing. "You always have a way of being at the wrong place at the wrong time."

I smirked, trying to shake off the lingering irritation from earlier. "Just a talent of mine, I guess."

We stood there, staring each other down, the tension between us palpable. For a moment, I thought about apologizing for our past run-ins, maybe trying to clear the air. But then I remembered the way she looked at me with disgust, like I was the worst person on earth.

"Whatever, Terry," she said, breaking the silence. "Just stay out of my way."

She brushed past me, and I watched her go, her words lingering in the air. I shook my head, trying to push the encounter out of my mind as I stepped into the coffee shop. I ordered a large coffee and a breakfast sandwich, hoping the food would improve my mood.

As I waited for my order, I couldn't help but think about Hannah. There was something about her that got under my skin, but not in the same way the woman in the alley had. Hannah was different. She was strong, determined, and had this fire in her that I couldn't ignore.

With my coffee and sandwich in hand, I headed to class, my thoughts still tangled up with everything that had happened. Maybe I needed to figure out what it was about Hannah that bothered me so much. Or maybe I just needed to get through the day without any more drama.

Either way, I had a feeling things were only going to get more complicated from here.

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