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When she arrived, she saw a familiar figure who's standing in front of the windows. "Miss Louise?" She ask. The woman turn around to face her. "Oh its just you Lady Doreen. You startled me." "I apologize. What are you doing here by the way?" Anastasia ask before making herself comfortable beside the actress. "Cant sleep. You?" "Same." There was a silence between them when the actress ask her. "Its not you right?" "Who?" "The murderer." Anastasia looks at her and tries to study the woman. "You look certain." She commented.

OLIVIA The name Anastasia Drewmore felt like a dress that was two sizes too small. It was beautiful, expensive, and suffocating. I sat in the back of a lecture hall at the University of Zurich, the cool, filtered air of the auditorium a sharp contrast to the humid, chaotic memories of New York that still haunted my mornings. To the professor at the front of the room, I was Anastasia—a dedicated, brilliant, and somewhat aloof student of International Business. To the students around me, I was the daughter of a reclusive British venture capitalist, a girl who wore couture like armor and never stayed for drinks after class.

Not even a close friend. I appreciated that. Because she's not even my type. My type is the confused blonde, laying on her couch with her shirt hunched up and light pink, hardened nipples out in display. Holy shit, she's braless. My hands virbrate, a desperation to return back to the couch and finish what I started, fuels me. But I fight and resist. Anastasia also happens to be wearing a skirt. It's riding up her stomach now. 'Lace. If you're going to be a dick then be one, but let me out so I can taste her. Look at her Griffin. You got to kiss that and you liked it. Look at her skin-'

He looked at her, eager to know more about the person who had unexpectedly entered his world. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with a touch of playfulness. "I'm Lily," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of mystery. Lark found himself drawn to her effortless charm and the way she carried herself. As they continued their leisurely walk, the girls who had earlier waved at Lark passed by again, their expressions tainted with a hint of jealousy. They made snide remarks, trying to get a reaction out of Lark. Lily, unfazed by their behavior, laughed and apologized on their behalf. "Don't mind them," she said, her voice filled with understanding. "They're just like that around here."

The blue light of the laptop screen felt like needles against Anna’s tired eyes. She was staring at a half-finished essay on The Psychological Archetypes of Fear, a cruel irony she wasn't in the mood to appreciate. Across the room, the rhythmic click-click-click of Sophie’s mouse was the only other sound. Sophie was in a shopping trance, scrolling through endless pages of silk, velvet, and lace, determined to find a dress that screamed "Alpha’s Mate" without even knowing the vocabulary for what she was hunting.

Dear Wise Grandma, My name is Princess Anatonia of Astora, daughter of King Albus and Queen Amera. I snuck out of the castle last night at 12 hoping to come here to a land different than my own. While we were on the ship Raven(one of the maids I brought with me) said she knew why maybe my parents wanted me not to go off the island, but to make sure she said we needed to visit you. On our way to your hut Raven, Bella(another maid I brought with me), Tony, and Leo(both knights in training) got captured by people we don’t know. Right now I am all alone sitting in tree writing to you. I found out I have this strange power to hear and respond to people's thoughts and make quill and parchment appe

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

I was absolutely stuck where I was like an idiot who wants to stay despite the fact that it would hurt me even more. I watched Ace kiss her, then upon looking closer, I recognize that she is no other than Olivia, a billionaire she-wolf. She has a good front but in reality, she is miserable and treated low-ranking werewolves as if they are trash. Ace kissed her so passionately that he doesn't care if I see him. He took his lips away from hers. He dragged his feet towards the room where I am. I was afraid and sweating profusely; I couldn't believe I'd be caught so quickly. "Happy birthday Sophia. I recognized your blue eyes so I knew you are here. He grinned, running his hands through his shin

She then looked at her Father and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this? I didn't say anything wrong." Hunter said, "You are right. The girl you are calling a bitch who is running around for money is actually Anastasia William, the famous model and the sole heir to a vast fortune. No one knows how much money she actually owns, but she owns so much money that even if she spends her entire life with both hands, her money won't decrease by a single cent.

Anastasia scoffed and rolled her eyes, deciding that his flirtatious attitude was going to get him nowhere with her. "Alright, suit yourself." She huffed, grabbing her cup of coffee and sipping from it, only to make a sour face as she realized that it has long gone cold. "Now, what do you want? I have a sh*t load of work to do, so if you're looking for another girl toy to flirt with, I suggest you look elsewhere." "My, My, aren't you being a little rough. Did I say something to upset you?" Lloyd joked, still beating around the bush.