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I don’t know why she was being such a bitch about the situation. Yeah, maybe I was being a dick myself calling her names, but why the fuck would she try to reject me like that? I’m sure since she didn’t know how to do an official rejection, then she also probably didn’t know how much of a big deal it was. If she’d done it right, I would have felt the severance of the bond, but how much worse could it actually hurt than what it did? The fact she gave me her blood to heal me, only made my feelings stronger. I never knew blood could taste so good and now I was craving hers like a drug. It’s a real fucked up situation to crave something you can never have again. Now all I felt was anger.

My blood was boiling and the only thing that I wanted to do at that moment was to break both his legs. Disappointment, anger, sadness, and disgust fell all over me.

"No, Brother, please. Sammy is sincere as long as mommy can recover quickly." "She's not sick, Sam! Why is it so hard for you to understand, huh?!" said Shawn angrily. "500 million? Which rehab that's so expensive like that! And where do you think she got the money to pay off? There's no way she can collect that much money! Do you know what she means by doing this?" he asked sharply. "So that she doesn't have to think about you again for the rest of her life," he said. "Why? Because she doesn't love us, that's why she wants us away from her life!"

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

"She said he was a monster. But that he could also... he could also be good. Sometimes." Elena thought about Dante. About how he had killed Salvatore. About how he had cried afterward. "People aren't just one thing," she said. "There are many of us. Sometimes contradictory." Carla nodded. "Like me. Daughter of a murderer. I want to be good." "You can be." "Do you think so?" Elena stared at her. "I know." A week later The box appeared. Carla had hidden it at the train station, in a locker like Vieri, like so many others. When they opened it, they found blood-curdling documents.

He stared at me like I was something disgusting stuck to the buttom of his shoe. The same man I dragged to safety behind crates. The same man I gave my own blood to keep him alive. The same man I worried about while sleeping in an uncomfortable hospital chair with numb legs and an empty stomach from not eating. Now he stood in front of me, alive—but his heart full of hate. “You,” he said coldly, his dark eyes burning into mine. “Are you really the one they chose to send?”

“This wine is good for you. Since you get drunk easily. Do you want to give it a shot?" I'm not going to get drunk, and you might do something if I pass out. No way, Sean. NO WAY! @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you. Also, you can read my other books which are... TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE

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“You wanted to be a designer like he was, to create things that mattered. And you did. You built something incredible without using his name, without his connections, just you and Ethan working yourselves to exhaustion because you believed in it. Don’t throw that away.” “I’m not throwing anything away. I’m just done.” “You’re not done. You’re hiding.” The silence that follows is so tense I can feel it from where I’m standing. Then Katrina sighs, the sound tired and sad. “Fine. We won’t talk about it.” I reach out to knock on one of the shelves to let them know I’m here, but my hand catches the spine of a book that’s sticking out slightly and it falls, hitting the floor with a thud that echoe