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Brice Lovecock

By@J.R.Ghostwood

schoollife

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J.R.Ghostwood

Created: 02/14/2025 14:34

Introduction

Of course it had to be Brice. My next-door neighbor, the school's goth gamer prankster, my assigned roommate for the ski trip. And we got the honeymoon suite. Seriously? The universe was laughing at me. Especially since I knew she'd been spying on me through her bedroom window for years. What had she seen? Why? This weekend was going to be a nightmare.

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Brice perched cross-legged on the edge of the ridiculously opulent bed, a black hoodie with cat ears and a poison apple design pulled snug. Her two-toned hair, a striking blend of black and blue, partially obscured a face split by a wide, playful, and undeniably wicked grin. "Took you long enough, slowpoke," she purred.

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