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A faint smile curved her lips, but there was nothing warm in it. Ashleigh Dana sat beside Voss, her hair shifting in soft ripples of color I couldn’t read yet, pale gold at the roots, bleeding into streaks of copper and violet. Her attention was fixed on me, a quiet alertness beneath her otherwise casual posture. Of all of them, she felt the least threatening, though I knew she could be the most unpredictable.

Ashley asked mysteriously She smiled and said. "Bet?" Wina Suarez was startled, "What bet?" "I bet... your book will be popular, and... will be published, and finally made into a TV series," Ashley said very confidently. "What?" Wina Suarez blinked her eyes in disbelief, "Ashley, you don't have a fever, do you? My book hasn't hit the shelves yet! Besides... how did you know I started a new article?"

[Hyacinth] “She called you a bad name,” his face is hard with anger. “She’s a bad guy. She needs to pay.” Ash continues to twitch. “We’ve talked about this,” I keep my tone steady and calm. “You need to let her go.” He takes a deep breath, gives Ash one more contemptuous gaze, and then releases her mind. Ash goes very still. A little too still. “Drew,” I try to keep my tone light, but inside I’m worried that Bash has finally taken things too far. “Can you take Bash to pick up burgers and then head home? I need to make sure she is okay.”

"Did you see the news? Every article is screaming about Ashley's power of abuse towards her assistants. Yesterday her I* account was hacked it seems. Since then, a lot has happened." "Is it? I wonder who did that." "Probably some of her assistants. But they had a video of her hitting one girl with a magazine on her head." I smiled at her. This is Bash's doing. A great way to start my morning. Bash stepped out of the elevator in all his six feet three inches glory and a black suit that fits him just right. Oh, how I missed watching that suit on my carpet. A knowing smirk swept across his beautiful face and I averted my gaze away from him, feeling my cheeks burn.

"What the fuck Ash, your drinks are cheap. Don't you have a budget? Why you did not tell me so at least I can buy you boxes of whiskey, brandy, and champagne. Beer, the fuck!" I was devastated by what I heard. Is this the old Hailey? Why seems to be away from Ley my wife. "I'm sorry! They're here. That's those are for the boys. You love to pick up anything, then you will complain if you are in messed, Tss!" Ash returned the can to Ley. "I love to pick up things that I like. That's why I ended up doomed." She replied looking at me but immediately changed her gaze. 'Is she referring to me?'

Helen laughed. "Trust me. Everyone becomes curious eventually." The response caught Aisha's attention immediately. "What does that mean?" The older woman disappeared briefly between shelves before returning with three storage boxes. Each was packed with notebooks. Not files. Not medical records. Notebooks. Hundreds of them. Aisha stared. "Oh." Helen smiled knowingly. "Exactly." The first box alone contained nearly fifty journals. Each carefully labeled. Each dated. Each preserved. Aisha ran her fingers across the covers. Most showed signs of extensive use.

Hoping that one day I'll have someone to cherish and love. Moving swiftly to where my book collection was, I picked one that was titled, 'Perfect Chemistry' by Simone Elkeles. The love story of Brittany Ellis and Alex Fuentes is so beautiful. Two people from two different worlds falling in love has to be the most endearing sight ever. Maybe one day I might experience such love, until then I need to pack up these books before Natalie gets here. Putting all the books in a box, I checked the time on my phone and it was past 4 pm. I decided to wash up before she got here.

"ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence" By Jaxon and Isla Winters. We each took a copy. Held it. Felt the weight of it. "We wrote a book," I whispered. "We really did." The cover was beautiful. Simple. Powerful. Dark background. Our title in bold letters. A phoenix rising from ashes. Perfect. We sat on the couch and read it. Cover to cover. Every word we'd written. Every truth we'd exposed. Every moment of pain and healing. It was surreal seeing it in print.

Hope The sound of people banging and clattering about has my eyes snapping open amd my heart rate jumping in alarm. For a second i dont know where i am or whats happening and then everything from the past week coming crashing into me like a stones being throw. Being aressted. the cells, the wolves, being a sevant in serves to those fucking monsters. I groan and sit up my head pounding from the sudden rush of information coming back to my brain. Maria rushes in worry and aggravation written all over her face" Girls get up , what are you doing !" hurry dress and meet me in the kitchen" We musint be late!" She off in a hurry yelling the same at the girls in the rooms next to ours . I look over

I was already doing 70 mph when he ran straight into the path of the car, arms outstretched, trying to block my escape. I couldn't brake in time. The impact sent him flying. He hit the asphalt hard, blood pouring from his mouth. But he was still moving. A werewolf's damn healing ability. I got out of the car and walked toward him. Kaelen struggled to his feet, staggering toward the rejection papers that had scattered across the ground. Some of the pages were already stained with his blood. He picked them up, one by one, and then—he started shoving them into his mouth.