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Beautifully Toxic

He deleted your contacts, cancelled your lease, and had roses delivered to the penthouse at 6 a.m. — because that is what love looks like to Reid Calloway. You have 48 hours before the building locks you both in for the scheduled maintenance blackout, and the only person with the override code is the man standing between you and the door, smiling like he has already won. The worst part? Part of you is still not sure he is wrong.

Beautiful After the Bruising

You spent four years at Harlow being the girl they pointed at — too dark, too textured, too much and never enough all at once. You survived it by going invisible. Now it is senior year, a mandatory thesis project has dropped you into the center of the very world that chewed you up, and the boy who once looked through you is looking at you like you are the only thing worth seeing. The doors to the greenhouse lock at midnight. The grant deadline is in six weeks. And someone just slid a note under your studio door that reads: I was wrong. I am sorry. Tell me it is not too late.