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She muttered, “Just answer the question.” I sensed she was trying to control her anger. I shrugged and said, “Nothing unusual. Only a kiss to tell us we are two different individuals.” “Only a kiss?” Alisson exclaimed. “Did Sin know about this?” “I didn't…” “I know now.” Sin said. I flushed as he appeared in front of me. I avoided his gaze and stared at Elena instead. Her mate, Aiden, was with her, helping her out of the seat, and she flashed a smile my way and mouthed, “Good luck.”

The heroes are left to discuss their hangout and how to defeat Devoe. Mrs. Angelina was driving home. It was dark already but the moon was gleaming from above. She was listening to Angel by Westlife. She increased the volume of the stereo while she sang along. "Spend all your time Waiting for that Second chance For a break that Would make it okay There's always one reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at At the end of the day I need some distraction Oh beautiful release Memory seeps From my veins Let me be empty And weightless and maybe

It was a full moon, and it was beautiful. Like her, a voice whispered. My cheeks began to burn. I still found it hard to believe that I was finally married to Annalissa. “It took two lives,” I mouthed. A throat cleared behind me, and I turned around to face her. I bowed slightly, while internally I admired her. She had her ginger hair in a messy bun and paired with a pink flowing dress that accentuated her figure perfectly. She looks dazzling, I swallowed. “Follow me, let’s have a seat,” she suggested and began to walk fast, leading the way.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Angelina glared at Ace. Once she became Mrs. Hamilton, the first thing she would do was fire this bodyguard who lacked tact. Angelina's eyes shifted, pretending to be weak. Then, she covered her mouth and coughed. "I'm sick. I don't feel so good. I want to see Mr. Hamilton." Ace frowned and replied, "If you are sick, you should see the doctor." "I'm very sick. I have something to tell Mr. Hamilton," Angelina uttered in a frail and gentle voice.

Aunty Cassandra please wake up, don't go, don't leave us alone, please," Mia cried out hysterically. "Cassandra!!!. My love, please wake up!!!... Nooooooo!!!!!!!.... Please wake up, I still need you." Claradious wept in agony. "Take heart Claradious, you have to be strong for your daughter and your sister now," The Midwives consoled. "Noooooooooo!!!!!!! Claradious hysterically screamed in agony. (Present, The Modern-Day) Angelus has grown up into a beautiful, strong, and confident young lady, she is 5 foot 4 inches tall and she looked twenty in terms of age but she is a seven hundred million years old girl.

Laurent didn't voice that he was amused by her, he had experienced girls falling over him but not resist his charm like she tried to. That was new. But not for long. Rules were for the Angels who reside up in heaven, he was a fallen from the land of sinners. Who would stop him?

"I have a few girls for you to meet. Well, just one in particular. She's perfect.” My tongue felt so heavy that I couldn't muster the courage to tell him off. To refuse him. But his eyes which never showed emotions, that felt like a black hole, sucking you in, leaving you paralyzed with fear wouldn't let me. He called over a woman walking past us. “Angelina! Just the girl I wanted to find." He waved over a gorgeous red head dressed in black. She fluttered her eyelashes when she got closer. "Son, this is Angelina Ross. She's the daughter of Adam Ross, the owner of AM Technologies.”

I don’t want to kiss her. I want to get this done and over with as quickly as possible. Because it’s so crowded, it’s hard to see where everyone is. I catch a glimpse of Angelina. She’s dressed in a bright orange ensemble and seems to be taunting a few men with her dance moves. She’s still on the stage. I’m about to give up, figuring that she’s probably in one of the VIP rooms, when I see her. She’s heading toward the back room, which is where we dress and do our makeup.

Lifting my thumb to rub against her rouged skin, I smirked, leaning into her ear. "You look so innocent." I breathed huskily; with a pout, she pulled her head to the side to look at me, her expression pulled into a mask of mock offence. "I am an angel!" She grinned sweetly! "I am innocent!" with a smile that could have rivalled Helen of Troy, she leaned her head back on my shoulder, gracing my senses with the fantastic scent of vanilla and coconut. "Considering what I saw this morning... I would have to beg to differ and stand by my original statement: YOU are NO angel!" I grinned, nipping her neck roughly, losing myself in the soft moan that left her luscious lips