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Anya watches the girl standing and makes a sad pout "I didn't even see you playing piano like you did at Grandpa Nakul and Grandma Naina's anniversary. You know, you were so good that I really regret why I wasn't there that day?" Anya asks perplexedly "How do you know?" To which she replies "Yaan bro, send me as I threaten him that if he will not send me the updates of the anniversary then I'll never talk to him." Anya smiles and says "Your Yaan bro is Ayaan right." She nodded her head then facepalm herself "In all this, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Emily Aurther, the youngest child of this house and that's our father and our mother. We didn't attend the anniversary because we needed to

The Alpha of the North, Ethan. “Why hello there, Angeline.”

I closed my eyes for a moment then opened them again and I did not see her anymore. “I know you’re aware of the fact that I have been seeing Rayne for a while now, people of the castle already know who she is. I would like to announce to you all that Rayne Mae Carson is my lady, the First Lady of Harlow Empire,” Adrian announced and I could not help but smile to myself on listening to the proud tone of his voice. I made my way up the stairs and took his extended hand in mind. He bowed to me as he said ‘my lady’ and I curtsied in return. This was the imperial way of greeting each other. I faced the crowd with a smile on my face as they applauded me.

Anna exhaled slowly and closed her eyes to bask in it. They were calling her the Holy Maiden now. The Mother of the Messiah. She had heard it no fewer than eleven times today, and each time it landed differently — some with reverence, some with awe, one elder with tears running freely down her face. Anna understood. She did, but understanding did not stop it from being exhausting. She was Anna Wilson. She liked warm tea, silly jokes, and arguing about things that did not matter. The Holy Maiden felt like a title that belonged to someone with better composure.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

Sure enough that voice distracted everyone around her including Jane and Helen who were talking. “Wow, look… Look, who is this? Anneth, the big queen of Felix's group also dragged here,” Helen quipped softly, clasping her hands together, making a gesture to the woman, of course, so elegantly. “Are you here on business or because you want to get back young master Yohan's heart that you broke?” Helen whispered as she drew closer to the newly arrived Anneth. The whispering wasn't really so low that Jane could still hear it clearly.

Just accept it. Anna was brought crashing back from the edge of embarrassing submission by David's callous use of the nickname Hana for her. Hana was a name that only Allen ever used to refer to her. When Aunt Martha had first introduced her to Allen as "my niece Anna Hana," Allen had said that it was a bit of a mouthful and so he would call her "Hana," and he had done so until the day that he died. Hana was the name that Aunt Martha had always called her. It sounded like the worst kind of betrayal to hear it on David's tongue at this point.

" It is a supernatural creature that predicts death, but as a queen... I also have the powers of the other seven sins, so... I can do a lot of things, even without really knowing how everything works. If I want to, it happens. "And what are we?" Asked Zylah, taking a look in Anne's direction. Very minimally, she walked away from our friend on the sidewalk. We both agreed that Anne was the most holy and religious person in the world, and that she had to be very dangerous to be able to talk about God if she was destined for a world where she should have to deny him. Anne didn't notice Zylah's caution and fear." I mean, we have to be something if we belong to your world, don't we?

He gestured towards the door as she gritted her teeth ignoring him. "What's she doing here?" She asked as before Azhan could say anything Meera spoke up. "I am also the partner of this advertisement campaign and she, Ana I mean Annabelle Swift is the model of this campaign." She said with a challenging smirk on her face as everybody in the room was looking at her. Glancing one last time at Azhan she exited the room. "Annabelle Swift..." She said to herself. "Her nickname is Ana." She suddenly remembered the tattoo on his chest as rage surged through her form thinking of Annabelle could be the reason for that tatt

No records in the archive explained the reason, in fact, even the ordinary pack members had no clue who Cayden was, only the higher-ups. What was the relationship with Cayden that my pack had? Currently, my stomach churned with regret. All I wanted was to get revenge, how did I put myself into a much bigger problem? “We are done,” Ann said, helping me off the chair and interrupting my thoughts. “Tell me quickly, what are you hiding from me?” Ann sighed, taking me towards her bedroom, and reached out for that ugly brown book. “My name is Athelia Wangshelim. Ann's eyes had a muddled look as she gazed far away, into the unknown.