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Primed for You (Queen City Series #1)

Your boyfriend whom you just met in college is actually your fiancé whom your family chose for you all along in an arranged marriage. Both of you do not know that you are engaged to each other until a momentous gathering for the elites of the society was arranged. As Chlea Alcala ventures her life as a freshman college student, she gets to know the world more. Away from her family's powerful influence, just the way she is. As other people would want to live the life where one has everything, Chlea longs for something otherwise. She craves to experience ordinary life even for a while. Will she be able to attain it? What will she discover about the world in the process? Will she be able to escape the arranged marriage that has been haunting her all along? Follow her journey as she meets new people who will give her a new perspective in life. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

mswordsworth · Sports, voyage et activités
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Taking a Different Path is Alright

Ezra started tattooing on my pinky finger which I absolutely appreciate because I get to see how it goes on my skin. This heart-shaped line is not so complicated so I believe this will not take her long to do. The sharp needles glided on to the skin between my ring and pinky finger. For a moment, I shut my eyes tightly close because it actually stings, like a pinch of pain from my pinky up to my brain. I  winced by the slight pang of pain it gave me. In one go, Ezra was able to finish the little heart design and I just stare at it while bringing my hand up in the air. I could say that one out of ten, it hurt at around two. I wonder how much it will hurt at my back with the slightly bigger dragon tattoo. 

"Are you ready for the tattoo at the back?" Ezra asked while cleaning her tattoo machine and as well as the needle. I looked at her with utmost wonder because I felt my stomach rumble and protest with the idea that we will go on for like an hour for the tattoo on my back.