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Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

She shrugged and walked away. Zehra was sitting in the living room with her laptop while her parents watched TV. She was searching for good universities for journalism, when a message popped up in Gmail Hangouts from Alphastar1. A: Terrorist Z: What is it with you and gmail? A: It was nice meeting you today. Z: Didn’t look so nice from where I was standing. A: Your vision was clouded with fear. Z: You wish. All I feel is contempt.

Goodbye. ****

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

Suddenly, did something unnecessary like that. When the hotel staff opened the bathroom door. Daisy was lying in the hot warm in the bathtub, her face seemed relaxed. There were people interrupting her relaxing, Daisy was really surprised. She sat up in a hurry, quickly asked “what’s wrong?” Dash really wanted to eat Daisy, taught her a lesson but the hotel staff tried to avoid fighting “She is Ok. That is great. Don’t need to be angry.” After that the hotel staff left. Dash rushed into the bathroom like the wind. Daisy got out of the bathroom from inside. By inertia, Daisy fell into Dash's arms, both of them plopped down on the cold floor.

This guy is really testing me. I know for a fact that as a Psychology student, I should learn how to control my temper but I can't seem to hold it when it comes to Maze. It's as if everything he does has a big effect on me and I don't like it. He's pissing me off. And I am Gabriel Solzeek Thornton. I can't lose without a fight. The war has only started. I meed to make sure that I could get even. And I can't help but to smirk while thinking on how exciting this could get.