Prologue
809 Words
Warning
Before I start this book I would love to announce once more that this is a sequel to my first book Making her Mine and it contains certain spoilers. It is advised you also read the first book for better understanding. This book contains hardcore s****l scenes and b**m so please if you don't like it you can always skip the parts I've censored. I will not appreciate anyone posting hate comments because they don't accept Kink. Also, I'm starting a Romance Novel titled 'Chasing The Good Girl' formally known as my favorite sin.
Thank you.
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I am a failure.
A good for nothing over entitled brat that can't do s**t with her life.
Stepping into my luxurious apartment my dad has already paid three years rent in advance for me, I flung my resume and printed work on the couch.
I couldn't even land myself one f*****g single job or even get one publisher to love my work.
What did I do wrong?
Apryl keeps telling me that's it's only been one month since I graduated Oxford with a First class degree so I should calm down.
But I can't.
Does she even know I've been trying to get a publisher ever since I arrived at Oxford?
It's easy for her to say anyway. Everything Apryl touches turns to gold.
The girl is only 20 years old like I am but yet her whole life is in order and her recent involvement in her mate's, Valerian's company is already making her heads towards becoming the youngest Billionaire alive.
I don't get why everyone thinks that people like us that have majored in English are lazy and won't make it.
But I am a fighter.
And despite my life being infinity shades of f****d up, including my not too old rejection from Alpha Nathaniel, I know I will still make it and make it big.
Because hard work is the key to everything.
I dream of being such a good writer that my books will be sold out after hours of release. I dream of having interviews in the future where people ask me when I'm releasing another book.
I dream of having my publishers calling me and asking me to write a script version of my book because it would become a movie someday.
I dream of buying that publishing house or probably owning one of my own.
I dream of being a movie producer and owning my own studios some day.
And lastly, I don't Dream of having any man to share my life with.
Because men will eat you up, chew you and spit you out like an old bad bubble gum.
Years ago I'd read romance novels and smile sheepishly to my self, thinking of having that Prince Charming in my life.
I'd Dream of being a poor hapless Cinderalla scrubbing Cinders and my man would rescue me from it all.
But now, I rather constipate for a year than read any book that includes a blue eyed handsome man sweeping me off my feet.
And I swear to God if I ever read any book with a f*****g stupid CEO and secretary romance I will call that bloody i***t and tell her that secretaries always get married to the Security guards in real life.
It's all about working hard for your money, not waiting on some big bad billionaire dude to shower you with his flimsy jewels.
This is how cruel the real world is, not some stupid Disney fantasy.
I'm a pessimist and I always expect the worst from people.
Because if you expect the best, they'd only crush you like a fruit.
Ignoring the fact my apartment is completely see through, I stripped off my clothes and waltzed to the kitchen to grab something from the fridge.
Empty.
"f**k" I hissed, slamming the door of the fridge.
Apryl and I are twins and we do a lot of things alike, except for one major thing.
Apryl is extremely organized, makes to do lists and follows them accordingly. I suspect she has OCD but that's how she is.
I on the other hand, sleep in way too much for my own good, throw my clothes around and scatter my shoes everywhere.
The only thing I got right is my inability to bear dirt.
Call me weird but I'm probably the first person that is clean and not tidy.
My lack of to do lists is the reason I sleep hungry and the only reason I'm hungry right now is because I forgot to buy groceries.
And I just f*****g stripped my clothes off.
My iPhone starts to wail loudly with Sub Urban's Cradles and I rolled my eyes before picking it up.
"Hello?" I asked impatiently.
"Am I speaking to Aprilina?" The woman asked.
"Yes and you are?" I said rudely.
"This is Martinez publishing. We like your work and I would love to be your agent and represent you"
Martinez publishing.......
Marti-f*****g-nez publishing!!!
Holy s**t that is the biggest publishing in the whole of London!
A wide smile spread across my face.
This is the beginning of Aprilina Retplang Jones' career
- Writer
