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“Pretty girls don’t wander towards my neck of the woods. What atrocity have I committed this time for my eyes to be graced with an angel? What must I do to never have to let you go? Teach me how to know you. Merely allow me to keep you and I will burn the first person who draws a single tear from my girl’s eye.”

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why am I both of these

Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*

Me:

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"I was wondering when your diamond eyes would grace mine again."

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new character: maybe I could stop being broke and actually be able to provide for my family?

me: yeah, you could do that. I can arrange something for you...

new character: there's a 'but' in there...

me: I don't know what you're talking about

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If only you knew the amount of stories you planted in my mind when you ran

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I just got a bunch of books on ancient myths… new stories on the way!!!

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Me, at 5 am, probably about to burnout: lalalalala, books. Books, books, books. I should read.

My brain, out of nowhere: HERE'S HALF OF THE OUTLINE FOR G4 (?!?!?!?!?!) AS WELL AS EIGHT NEW BOOK IDEAS YOU DIDN'T HAVE BEFORE. HEY, GO READ SOMETHING.

Me, with a lot more energy than I had ten minutes before: I- well, shit. Alright, we're pulling another all-nighter. You got it.

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me writing: i am a god and reality bends to my whims

me proofreading: im too stupid to be alive

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HEIRESS UNDERGROUND.

STATUS: completed.

In other news... I'm almost at the climax of Heiress Underground??? I only have eight chapters and I'll be done with the 2nd draft of the book. Weird. I thought this was going to take me a lot longer to write.

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Oh... you... you went and got yourself kidnapped.

Dumbass.

In other news... I'm almost at the climax of Heiress Underground??? I only have eight chapters and I'll be done with the 2nd draft of the book. Weird. I thought this was going to take me a lot longer to write.

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CHECK OUT MY BOOKS!! 'Heiress Underground' coming December 2024 or earlier. (Probably this summer if I'm being honest)

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=alison+c+hawes&crid=2N2XK505PNMJR&sprefix=alison+c+hawes%2Caps%2C108&ref=nb_sb_noss_1

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BITCH WHAT DID YOU DO

(this is crazier than I imagined)

In other news... I'm almost at the climax of Heiress Underground??? I only have eight chapters and I'll be done with the 2nd draft of the book. Weird. I thought this was going to take me a lot longer to write.

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Hehehehe Abby's mad. Sorry.

In other news... I'm almost at the climax of Heiress Underground??? I only have eight chapters and I'll be done with the 2nd draft of the book. Weird. I thought this was going to take me a lot longer to write.

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oh my GOD I JUST HAD THE BEST PLOT TWIST POP INTO MY HEAD. I- OH MY GOD.

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WIP EXCERPT!!!

I’m pushing tears back into my eyes as I listen to the phone ring, and watch my brother hold it to his ear. The lump in my throat throbs, head filled with pressure. With a shaking breath, I adjust so my forehead rests against the cool window, not caring that I’m jerking and bobbing along with the car as we travel. All I want is to take a nice, hot shower, and maybe not have to worry about disguising myself, being in hiding for the rest of my life.

The phone is held to my brother’s ear in silence for what I feel is a bit too long, but then I remember that my dad is probably working as well as figuring out a way to keep me from getting arrested again- or worse. My eyes are peeled for squad cars, or any suspicious vehicle that seems to be on our tail. I wonder if we should switch our car out. “Dalton, ask if we should get a different car. Maybe we’ve been in this one for too long?” I whisper, running a hand over my face.

He nods in response, greeting our father a second later. “Hi, Dad. I think Abby figured something out, and you’re not going to like it.” There’s a silence as he gets a response from Dad, one I can’t seem to make out. He won’t put the phone on speaker, but I’m too anxious to ask him to do anything about that. I can call my dad later if I want. There’s no energy in my body to think about a full conversation right now. “No… nothing like that. She’s in the back- she’s fine- but something’s off about Lana. Is there any way you could get one of the lawyers to look into her, figure out if she’s hiding something? I saw the card for a private investigator on the fridge. Send it to me, and I could call him if you’re too busy. I know you have stuff going on at work.”

My dad speaks for a long time, but I can’t make out any words. I wish I could; I miss hearing his voice, but maybe it’s best that we don’t talk until this is worked out. I’m endangering Dalton and Zander; I’d hate to bring anyone else down with us if our plan blows up in my face. We’re supposed to be cleaning up this mess- not making it worse. The problem is, I have no plan for how to do the former. The latter is easy.

The only idea in my mind is that we keep running, keep in touch with Dad. He’ll keep working behind the scenes, talking to lawyers about hypotheticals and doing research. I’ll make sure I don’t get myself arrested or worse in the meantime… and I’ll rely on the boys to watch my back. Everyone in my circle knows I haven’t done a good job of that myself lately. I wonder if I’ll ever get that thought out of their heads, and mine.

My brother continues voicing our suspicions, glancing at me in the rearview from time to time. He asks if we need to start worrying, if even bringing her into this ordeal at all is going to throw a wrench in the ever-changing plan to clear my name. I can’t hear my father’s answer, but his tone shifts drastically. I dig my nails into my palms, reminding myself to breathe. Everything will work itself out. We have already started proving my innocence, that I didn’t have a say in any of this. Hopefully, whoever receives that scrap of evidence will have mercy when they realize I’m more or less a fugitive, whether or not this was my doing or first choice.

Raking my hands through my hair in a desperate attempt to break free from the numbness, I yank so hard that tears well in my eyes, but I don’t care. What time is it? Have I been distracted for too long? Glancing around, I see no one following us, no police cars in my field of vision at all. A bit of the tightness in my chest goes away, but I fear it won’t be long before it returns.

“Okay, I’ll look out for it. Thank you, Dad.” Then, I see him shift, feel his eyes linger on my face for a moment longer than last time. “No, she’s out of it. She barely slept last night and she’s not really here right now. Abby’s fine, though, considering. We’re looking after her, she’s safe. I’ll have her call you later.” Muttering on the other end as my father gives his response. I sense the end of the conversation coming soon. “Yes, she’s safe. We’re all okay, just trying to keep moving. Could we switch the car out again? Is there a way you could send one our way by tomorrow?” Another moment of silence as Dad thinks, looks into it. “Perfect. Just let me know. Okay… yeah, I love you, too. Bye, Dad. I miss you.”

I never thought I’d hear my brother say that. They’ve been so distant these past few years, ever since he decided to start the company instead of going to law school. Am I now doomed to follow in my father’s footsteps instead? Will he use Mom’s death against me, too, when I tell him I want to do something else? Or will this ordeal finally put him in his place, realizing that we’re his children and not his replicas?

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[RUINING THE LIVES OF PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT REAL] i am playing. With my touys