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She looks first at my eyes, then slowly moves her eyes to look at my outfit, more specifically my boobs. I was wearing ripped mom jeans, a red with cherries crop top that showed cleavage, and on my feet were my black and white converse. "Can we talk?" Heaven asks staring directly into my eyes. I didn't even get the chance to speak when Heaven grabs my hands and pulls me away to god knows where. Thankfully, no one was staring at us so nobody really noticed we were gone. Heaven drags me to the janitors closet, and shuts the door leaving me speechless.

Barely breathing, heart stammering in my chest. And then, just as I thought he’d turn smug again, his expression shifted. Softer. “You’re my heaven, Skye,” he murmured. “Even if being with me feels like hell.”

Akash POV ************* I went through the documents in my hands, as I sat on my seat in my cabin. I raised my eyes up to take a look at my angel. I couldn't help but stare at her. She is working very efficiently in her cabin. Just then, I remembered our conversation few hours back in this cabin. She said my closeness is affecting her, my intense gaze is making her feel nervous and when I took her words completely wrong, she hugged me and consoled me like a little kid.

“What, are you crazy?!” Bryce’s tone was filled with shock and bewilderment. “Why would you tell the Chairman the truth? Aren’t you already aware of what he’s capable of?!” Matthew said nothing, and that seemed to stir up Bryce’s annoyance even more. “Matt, he’s more than capable of tracking you down there and taking you away by force,” Bryce said seriously. “You know how much the Chairman hates bad publicity. He already let you off easy with your divorce years ago, but if you plan on getting strike two, the Chairman will get really angry this time.”

said Daniel again standing in front of Diki. Diki looked at the laptop that had fallen on the floor and the laptop was seen surrounded by dust grains from the cafe building. They walked out of the cafe and started walking towards the helicopter. *** In an all-white room covered with some beautiful flowers around it. There, a beautiful woman is seen lying on a chair with her hands tied tightly and she looks like a bride in a white brocade dress. Dissa still closed his eyes, he woke up my brain began to work against the deadly virus.

“She wouldn’t do that.” Mr Clinton leaned back, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Come on, Blair, you, of all people, should know that your mom is not a saint. It's a good thing I was lucky enough to get video evidence. I happened to be in the parking lot that day, and I witnessed the whole thing." "Show me." He didn’t hesitate. Within seconds, her phone buzzed. Blair glanced down, and there it was, a video of her mom, much younger, carrying a baby out of a car. She kept looking around, to see if anyone was coming before she got into another car and drove out.

“CRACK THOMB!” Thunder arrived over the home, and the clouds became darker. Heavenly Tribulation was arriving, and it was quick. Blake, forgetting lunch, rushed into Sylvia’s room to find her floating over her bed, her hair moving in a windless environment. This was different than Claire’s breakthrough, which Blake had witnessed before, and wondered if there was a problem this time. But not wanting to have the tribulation happening in his home that would never survive the blasts, with no time to change, he located the rest of the outfit and covered her most private parts, making her attire look like it came from a fantasy movie. Their environment changed to inside the mountain, Mt. St. Helen

You saw what happened when they released footage of me in their compound. “Already on it,” Holden said as he tapped his finger to his forehead. “Evelyn and Preacher have a scrambler on the chopper. No footage, no live feed, no calls. Moon Valley has regressed to the Stone Age today. Even if the Raze has someone on the ground recording everything, they can’t get it out.” “Where is the chopper right now?” I asked as my thoughts went out to Evelyn and Preacher. “Following a flight pattern high enough not to be detected,” Holden said.