I know pimpage day is tomorrow, but I'm too excited to wait, and this story deserves a ton more love:
Where Poppies Grow by La Serenade. Summary: It's World War II and Bella is a British spy in Paris, where she plays the part of a rich man's fiancee. Edward is a pianist living in France. Love strikes, but will Bella choose her love, or her duty?
An Excerpt:
In my dreams it was the summer of 1939, when whispers of war had started, but my seventeen year old self paid them no attention. My biggest problem then was convincing my parents that I didn’t want to marry my childhood friend, Jacob Black. I dreamt that he was trying to woo me again, with flowers and pretty little gifts, which I accepted as cordially as possible. He was the one man I was comfortable around, and that was because I didn’t see him as a man, but as the boy I grew up with. He was one of my greatest friends. Jacob, however, had convinced himself that he loved me, but as I had known him my whole life, and knew that what he felt was only a strong liking. I had seen him ‘fall in love’ with countless other girls; how he acted with me was the exact same way he had with them.
Still, his mother urged him on, and my mother urged me to accept him. I declined.
Even though my dream was tainted with my exasperation with Jacob, I was happy while I drifted off. Those were the days of pretty dresses, and sugary cakes, and evenings out with merry friends.
When I awoke, it was evening again. There was no disorientation; I knew exactly where I was. My lovely dream world fell apart and left behind a hollow ache. Jacob had enlisted in the war and I had lost contact with him. My friends had drifted away from me after I’d rejected their help time and time again. And my parents were dead. The point of life had escaped me — one can’t truly live without loving. I simply went through the motions of life without the will to survive.
My memories of the days following my parents’ deaths were hazy. The funeral was rushed: with so many dead, the burial was hasty and undignified. I only remember standing before the caskets, and deliriously praying for a miracle. Please, let them come back…I’ll do anything. If they come back, I’ll marry Jacob. I’ll spend the rest of my life following orders…
But life doesn’t work that way. It didn’t matter how much I was willing to sacrifice — nothing would be enough to reverse time.
Give it a try, please! La Serenade just updated, and I'm majorly excited, so I'm off to read it :)
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