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“Okay—I’ll listen to you. Today.” “No. Not only today. Promise me—till you give birth.” Kate hesitated for a split second but decided to listen to her. “Okay—I’ll go home and take care of myself,” she said, feigning a smile. --- Kate arrived at the mansion late from the company. She felt drained. William stood upstairs, watching her as she dragged herself inside. Kate suddenly felt uneasy and heavy. Her vision blurred, and dizziness took over. She staggered. William watched intently. Kate tried to grab the staircase rail, but her hands failed her—and she collapsed.

Her faith was already shattered, but now for sure it was eternally broken. Jasmine sat on her bed knees up in the silence staring blankly at the wall, drinking tequila straight out the bottle. Replay of her falling down the stairs and seeing Chelsea’s spirit lead her to her own battered and bruised body, seeing her face, knowing she failed. In her mind Chelsea was blaming her, walking zombielike towards her, hands out pointing at her. It was only in her head, but Jasmine covered her eyes by hiding her forehead in her knees rocking back and forth.

He is the only one who can help me. "Jake!" I scream, louder this time. Allison falls behind me. She grabs my ankle and yanks me, causing me to fall into the mud. Jake's clothes are ruined. "Jake," I scream this time. Allison straddles me, her claws digging into my wrists as she pins me down. "Jake, please," I whisper. I can't breathe. This is how Kate dies. Here, killed by her supposed best friend. At least, when I die I can go back home.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Joseph raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner. Chase was taken aback. “No way… You’re serious?” “Men always desire beautiful women,” Joseph said while grinning, “Although I know that I can’t have her, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s my sweetheart.” ... Catherine was thrown into the car by Shaun. When she fell, it was as if her organs had almost fallen out of her as well. The canvas shoe on her foot dropped under the car when she fell. “My…” She clambered to pick them up but she only heard Shaun close the door hard.

she squealed, skipping the part about him banging a lady. “Sometimes I think I made a mistake. I am not sure what he feels, and I do not think he has feelings, and I am ashamed of myself for being attracted to him; I should be angry about being kidnapped and forced to marry.” “Anything for a good dick is worth it!” Kate exclaimed. When I looked at her, she stuffed her face with more oranges. “Orange?” she asked, and I rolled my eyes. ********** FARRELL:

But at this moment, he realized that I was gone for good. My wings had long grown strong enough to shatter the cage he had built around me. “Irina…” he murmured. The madness in his eyes was replaced by regret that had come a little too late. I did not spare him another glance. Protected by Professor Lawson and the security officers, I left without looking back. Sunlight streamed through the shaded path and cast a long shadow behind me. This time, I had rewritten my life on my own.

Hailey’s teasing expression vanished, replaced with deep concern as she rushed forward, gripping Katherine’s shoulders. “Kat?” she whispered. “Kat? W–what happened?” Nathan, no longer smirking, straightened, his brows furrowing. Katherine sucked in a ragged breath, words spilling out between sobs. “I fell for him,” she choked out, her voice raw. “For the one man I wasn’t supposed to!" God, she felt so pathetic to was a miracle she hadn't died from the sheer amount of it all. Hailey’s grip tightened. “Zayn?”

The water made her lungs hurt almost to the point of exploding. She was scared. Looking at Catherine's bloodthirsty eyes, she was so afraid that Catherine would kill her. Because the look in Catherine's eyes showed she was serious. Kate finally got scared and frantically begged for mercy. Under the dual effects of tension and fear, Kate soon fainted. Looking at Kate, who was powerless and lying in her arms, Catherine sneered disdainfully, her eyes gazing at her coldly. Catherine thought secretly, "Such a useless person! She fainted like this in less than three minutes after she lost the respirator?"

Hunters were strong, but not as strong as supernaturals but right now, they were outnumbered. They fought them left and right, it was brutal but they were not relenting, they were using their weapons on them and Kate was covered in blood. The fight was brutal, and she glanced at the magnificent wolf, it was fierce and attacking. She smiled but in her moment of distraction, someone pierced something in her neck and she staggered for a while, trying to find her balance. What was that? Her began heavy, snapping one man's neck, and she fell to the ground as darkness surrounded her.

Had Kate actually fallen in love with Sawyer? But… could she? Vanity was all she had. Did she even have the capacity to love anyone? More and more reporters crowded in, all eager to interview her, the once-celebrated, now-infamous socialite of Draventh. Suddenly, Kate stumbled and fell. The reporters all stepped back in unison. No one dared to help her up; some of them even crouched, shoving their microphones closer to her face.

The line between the hunter and the hunted had been irrevocably blurred. Hours later, the room went quiet. Michael was asleep. His arm curled around his waist, his breath deep and even. Kate struggled to sleep. She shifted slightly, careful not to wake Michael. She looked back at the bed. Michael was still asleep, his face peaceful, his arm still outstretched where she had lain. She walked naked towards the glass wall. She whispered to herself, “I think I am falling for you, Michael. I have fallen for the man I was meant to destroy.”

I clutch her chin tightly but not tight enough to bruise her, leaning towards her in a way we were starting right at each other after all we were the same height. "The man you're cheating with must be scared of what his affair may cause him, that's why he remained in the dark. It seems his reputation is greater than love after all." I pushed her chin away, whipped my hand against my dress like I got dirty just from holding her then I turn to leave. Taste-bud was a two story building so the restroom was upstairs. I gracefully climbed down the stairs after winning the argument my head raised in triumph. Nonetheless, Kate had other plans, she pulled me forcefully from behind, then threw herself off the stairs, screaming as she fell.

I wanna see the falls too! She decided to follow Yael with bated breath. She walked on tiptoed until she reached the stairs where Yael had vanished. She hid behind the tree, afraid Yael would notice her. However, when she finally descended the stairs. Yael was no longer to be found. Damn it! Where did he go?! Kate stomped her feet in frustration and looked around. Her gloomy mood was quickly replaced by awe when she noticed a rose vine tunnel on the right side. She walked toward it completely amazed. She was thinking about how the flowers survived the typhoon when she noticed huge trees scattered making the whole place shady. These trees appear to have shielded them.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?” He. They always assume I'm a man but whose to tell them that it's a woman killing multiple men and women. Pure sexism in the 21st century. As the saying goes ‘Some women fear the fire while some women simply become it’. I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist.

How could they move forward when trust was broken, and hurt festered like an open wound? Sitting on the cold bathroom floor, Kate buried her face in her hands, the scent of Deimon's cologne clinging to her skin, a haunting reminder of their fractured bond. The future stretched before her, shrouded in uncertainty, and the only answer she could find was a single, choked sob escaping her lips.

And suddenly, without saying anything more, the man rushed forward and pushed her hard with both hands. Kate felt the hard ground disappear beneath her feet. She fell. Somewhere in the sky, the eagle screamed again. She felt a fierce hand embrace her frail body and the wind whip her back. Kate opened her eyes. A second later, she realised she was hanging in mid-air. Before she knew what was happening, she fell down and landed into the soft bedding. Lying on her bed, she took a slow breath and opened her eyes again. Everything was back in place. The same wide bed, the same luxurious room on the second floor of Thorne’s villa. It was all gone. Geoffrey, the cardinal, the breathtaking mountain panorama. It was just a terrible dream. Even the fact that she was floating in mid-air when she burst into tears, Kate wrote off as being part of the same dream, even though it could have been true. After all, she was obeying the element of air, so why shouldn’t she be able to take off if she wanted to? No, she preferred it to be just a dream. However she couldn’t get Geoffrey out of her head. She could still see his indifferent eyes and stoic posture. Her heart squeezed at the thought that something might have happened to him. Suddenly her mobile rang and Kate jumped up from in bed, startled by the unexpected call.

said Kate. "No Kate, you don't have to do this." Not looking where I was going, I fell to the ground. My dress was now covered in mud. Kate laughed. I remained on the floor trembling in fear as she paused at my feet. "Please don't kill me," I begged her. "Everything was fine when you weren't here and look what you made me do. You made me betray him," Kate muttered angrily. I know at that moment that no matter how I plead to her. She will never show me any mercy. She wanted me dead because of Alpha Deucalion.

“I have two packs of the good stuff. You in?” “Who is this? And how did you get this number?” “Doesn't matter. This is a good deal. Are you in or not?” The chat bubble rose and then fell and never appeared again. Kate slumped in her chair, running her hands through her hair. “He didn't fall for it,” she mumbled. “Fall for what?” Cage turned the laptop to face him and began to go through all the windows Kate had left opened. “You really have gotten the hang of this hacking stuff. Maybe even better than me,” he teased.

I went still. That wasn’t fear of the dark. That was something else. I looked down at her, even though I could barely see her in the darkness. Kate. The same girl with perfect manners, polite smiles, controlled expressions. The one who measured her words, who carried herself like she had been taught exactly how to behave and never once step out of line. And now… She was shaking in my arms, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her together. What changed? Or maybe…