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I opened a browser and searched for my name. The results hit hard. Headlines screamed about the scandal. Ethan’s statement filled multiple posts. He described me as disloyal, sneaking around with his nephew while wearing his ring. My father’s interview cut deeper. He called me ungrateful, a traitor who ruined a lucrative alliance for selfish lust. Comments flooded beneath every article. Strangers called me a gold digger, a homewrecker, a whore. Some defended me, but the hateful ones drowned them out.

she frowned and bent over to pick them up when she saw slightly tanned hands picking up the books. “Here, let me help,” a soft velvet voice said and she looked up to meet with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. The owner offered her a soft smile and handed her books to her as they both stood up. “Hi, I’m Asher, I’m new.” “I know, I saw you this morning,” she replied, feeling kind of strange like she had met him before but she could swear she has not. The boy’s look is unforgettable and if she had ever seen him before, even if a glimpse, she was sure to remember him for the rest of her life, so where is that feeling coming from?

The last ten percent were some of the deadliest soldiers on the planet, and they weren’t even Awakaned. The door slid open and Deputy Director Anna Starling walked inside. She was a short Nigerian American woman who was career Navy before taking a position with the AHDF and carried herself like the Rear Admiral Lower Half she never ceased to be. Following her were a man and a woman in dark service uniforms that lacked any markings, name patches, or branch designations.

The newspapers seem to have an incredible pull towards the Ashfords. "No thanks," I reply, scanning the New York Times to find an article about "Amelia Ashford, the teenager billionaire." I open the article, and it's like a small compilation of everything she has ever done in her sixteen years of life. She really lives in a world of luxury because, in every single picture of her, she is wearing very expensive clothes, shoes, and bags.

Madelyn sat up, eyes wide with worry. "Your brother is romantically involved with a Brotherhood hunter. Did you know that?" "What?" Grigori got up from the couch and started pacing. "Your brother is entangled with a MacQueen, Grigori. Charlotte MacQueen. She's a hunter. What's more, she's the sister of their leader, Damien."

" Ashley ask. "I think I already told you not to call me Mr. Williams." Damon said as he crossed his arm over his chest. Ashley blushed hard, but she ignored him. "Damon, which is your favorite book?" Ashley asks as she tries to change the topic. "Many are there, like Pillow Thought II. I really loved this book, as it's so soothing and makes me calm." Damon answered, and Ashley nodded. "Impressive! My cousin's brother loves this book as well." Ashley said it with a smile. Damon nodded and went toward Ashley, sniffing her scent.

“I’m glad you like the marketing aspect. What’s that like?” “Well, today, I’m working on a poster for an animated movie, which isn’t as much fun as some of the others. But yesterday I worked on a really cool poster for a movie that’s been out for a few weeks and is doing so well, we’re doing a second round of advertising.” “Oh, what movie is that?” “The Way You Hurt Me,” she said, and there was something about her tone that almost made him think she might know who he was. “Yeah? Have you seen it?”

I watched her set the table but one thought won’t leave my mind. See what I mean? I feel like I’m always thrown away but whatever. Fuck. Why am I thinking like this? I feel like a fucking girl. Sighing, I sat on a chair, brushing away the bothersome emotions. “Where’s Quillon?” Ashira sat an a chair beside me, she shrugged. “On the other side.” I laughed from that. “Maybe we shouldn’t say it like that, baby. It sounds like our son had died.” Ashira rolled her eyes. “On the other realm, then.” then she grinned. “How’s work?”

Ang buong akala ko ay lahat ng pamilya ng Aerosmith ay may maitim na budhi at kasuklam suklam na mga ugali ngunit iba pala siya, at natutuwa akong may asawa na siya. “Ikinagagalak din naming makilala at makausap ka Haring Niu” Wika ni Greyson habng nakikipag kamay dito. Gosh, kaharap ko ang dalawang lalaking may matataas na posisyon sa Ashcroft, ang isa ay muntik ko nang maging asawa, at ang isa naman ay magiging future kong asawa, ehehe enebe yen.

His dark hair gleams under the silver light, and I know that stance, that aura, that arrogance even before he lifts his eyes. Damien Blackthorn. My ex-lover. My betrayer. The one who cast me into exile with a single word. He is not supposed to be here. Not like this. Not swearing himself before the council, before the moon, before the pack. Not offering blood for loyalty, not kneeling for power. But there he is, standing at the very heart of Shadowfang territory. And as the words of the Blood Oath rise from his lips, the air shifts—sharp, electric, inevitable.