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Why had she chosen this place? Warren felt like his heart was going to stop beating. His mind had also turned to slush; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think straight. There was a simple answer, but he didn't dare to believe it. When he fixed his gaze on the inside of the ring, he couldn't stop himself from stumbling backward. "9911" had been engraved on the inside. 9911. Wasn't that the number that he shared with 11? Why would Evelyn know about this?

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️) Chapter eleven (11) Authoress pov 🤍 Jasper already pass out and his friends already rush to him and sprinkling water on him, while Natasha was shouting, going up and down.

As I type in (405) a list of names from our area code begin to pop up. 'Jonas' 'Sammy V' 'Nate' 'D-Rick' 'Drea' '#1 fan' 'Nina- Amber's friend' 'Brando' My eyebrows begin to furrow in confusion as I read the list of names. Why the fuck does he still have Andrea and Nina's number? I honestly still can't even believe that he fucked my childhood best friend. And who the fuck is # 1 fan? I instantly click on the contact name labeled #1 fan before going into their messages. An entire thread from two years ago comes up of consistent conversation. I scroll through their very raunchy and promiscuous conversations before finding a thread that really catches my attention.

Nina was in the passenger seat, humming along to a song on the radio and munching on chips she swore she wasn’t going to eat. We were supposed to make a quick run to the East Ridge border — drop off a pack of moon herbs for Beta Lorne. Nothing dangerous, nothing exciting. Just a sister errand. But Nina never let anything be boring. “So,” she said, crunching loud enough to make me glare, “how’s your little love story going?” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t start.” “Don’t start what?” she grinned, kicking her feet on the dashboard. “You’re the one texting him every two seconds. Nigel this, Nigel that. ‘Oh, he sent me a moon emoji, maybe he means—’”

CHAPTER 225: Charlotte's Past Charlotte’s POV: Seeing that Cullen’s secretary being allowed to enter the chairman’s VIP room in the hospital, it really seems suspicious. I don’t know but even though it is impossible for them to have a relationship, but knowing Cullen Lee, he even fell in love with me when I was just his fan. Well, I am really obsessed with him that I will do anything to win him back. But why am I like this? It is because I was so in love with someone in the past, his name is Lucas, but it did not end well. So, I just decided to fangirl over Cullen Lee.

(9). The Billionaire’s Bodyguard . By Pink-Butterfly . Chapter 9: I’m not gay and that’s final . "Miles please don't" Alanna whined trying to push a drunk Miles away. "It's a free lap dance though" He slurred. "No I don't want it! Go ahead and do it on Nikolai" Alanna pushed him onto his bodyguard.

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An alpha who fucks up all the time and is not just magically perfect and an omega who does her thing and is just a wild card most of the time, lol I hope you enjoyed their dysfunctional relationship as much as I enjoyed writing it. Or if you didn’t… sorry not sorry :p The next story I will be updating in this *same* book is going to be Laurie’s story: “Dominant Enemies” which I will start uploading soon (just a heads up: it’s going to be a gay romance, so if that’s something you don’t like, don’t read it)

I mean today is the 111th day I'm placing Rose milk in your locker. I heard somewhere, 111 is a lucky number, angel's number. So.. All this while, you haven't tried to know me. I expected you to write a note for me and place it in your locker at least once. But you never did. Not even a thanks for the rose milk.

Gleaming gold, November didn’t know if those were fangs peeking in her closed lips. Her gaze met by the younger girl, none of them blinked or turned away. November could smell it from the eleven year old girl, her little sister. Nicole is her Father’s daughter, he’s very own blood, a child with the mate he had bonded. November also immediately smelled the resentment coming from her Father’s mate and that moment she knew she is seen as a threat. 2015, Manhattan, New York City The sound of the door quietly closing alerted her of the new arrival. First, it was the sent, it sent shivers down her spine.