Pennies (Dollar, #1)

by Pepper Winters

The world had two types of people. The first were the takers. They only noticed those who could help them, offering friendship for false reasons—their egos preventing improvement of their superficial interest. The second were the givers. Those who knew they were being taken advantage of but couldn’t stop it. They’d give and give until they had nothing left. But by giving, they saw things, watching silently in the shadows.

It was pointless to give my body a hundredth attempt to survive when my soul had already packed its bags and leapt overboard.

I wanted to lean on him after leaning on myself for so, so long.

“I’m not the hero in this story, Pimlico. I’m another villain. You’d do best to remember that.”