LOGINHer family is cursed. Anyone a member of her family loves will die. At first Aria didn't believe it, allowing herself to love not just 1 boy but 5. They almost die, forcing Aria to face the horrible truth. She almost killed them. Guilt-stricken, she disappears, leaving 5 broken boys behind. Years pass, and Aria keeps hidden, always moving, never really making any friends. Her boys have given up on her, or so they thought. Fate's a fickle mistress. When they have all lost hope, perhaps, just perhaps, they can find salvation. Or will they all fall and finally shatter beyond repair?
View MoreAnother day doing the same old routine. Aria had just clocked in and changed into her uniform. Mary was chattering away about some more nonsense that Aria was pretty sure never happened. Today’s tale was about how she had gone to a club and met a man who looked like a Greek god. Blah, blah, blah. Same old story. Stories about meeting famous people like it was the most amazing thing ever, but Aria never really cared about whoever Mary thought was amazing. She talked about meeting businessmen, like the CEO of BMW and the ambassador of Australia. Like really, who cared? Aria didn’t. She just wanted to get done with work and go home. An expanding world that included other people wasn’t something Aria desired nor deserved.
Flynn sat on a window ledge with his long legs dangling outside, swinging back and forth like a kid trying to get a swing moving. Today was a colossally fucked day. Like most days since his life went to shit, he had varying degrees of bad. They went from bad to fucked to super fucked to colossally fucked. On colossally fucked days, he ended up on ledges. The question was, would this be the day he finally ended his pathetic puppet life? Would he finally grow some balls and cut the strings? Descend into the sweet embrace of oblivion.
Stupid Bash Brolin. What made him think he could just call and Mest would give a crap about whatever stupid shit Flynn Sylvan got himself into. He already tried to talk someone off the ledge before and failed, he wasn’t going to be bothered to do so again. Mest returned to the piles of paper on his desk. He was working on a high-profile case. One for a man who loved to carve up women. The man was guilty, but Mest didn’t care. All he cared about was winning. He could have gone into business law like his brothers had, like his father and uncles had, but something about criminal law spoke to the darker part of Mest. He didn’t care about what his clients did, all he cared
Bash sat in his office, exhausted. He had spent the last six months working nonstop on a humanitarian project to help poverty-stricken communities in Southern Asia. He chose this area, not because he knew they needed help, but because of Aria. Much of his life’s decisions were made because of her. Although he had given up openly searching for her, he still hoped that he’d run into her again. Since she was half-Korean, he had hoped she would be hiding in Asia. It was the whole hide a tree in a forest scenario. He knew she spoke some Mandarin and Cantonese, which would make the chances she was hiding out in China or some smaller country in Southern Asian more probable than her





