Should a specific scene, such as a confrontation, a ball, or a secret meeting, be written out?
He pulled a heavy, silver ring from his pocket—not a gift, but a tether. As he slid it onto her finger, the weight of it felt like a sentence. Crowned By Fate by Amo Jones
Midnight in the underground circuit of the Silver Lake elite felt like a velvet noose—expensive, suffocating, and impossible to escape. Isa sat in the back of the obsidian SUV, her fingers tracing the jagged crest embroidered into the leather seats. It was the mark of the King—not a man chosen by the people, but one crowned by the dark hand of fate. Should a specific scene, such as a confrontation,
"Let them watch the flowers," Bryant said, turning her toward the grand, crumbling estate that loomed ahead. "While we rule the dirt they grow in." Midnight in the underground circuit of the Silver
"I don't wait for anyone else," he whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed her ear. "But you weren't chosen by them, Isa. You were chosen by the blood. You belong to the crown, and the crown belongs to me."