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Sean allowed himself the briefest smile, absorbed entirely in the skill on display. Blue responded swiftly. Leo threaded a crisp pass between defenders, stepping back to execute a flawless layup. Two points for blue. His expression remained controlled, polite, but Sean caught the way his eyes lingered just a beat too long, toward the court, toward the plays, toward Sean himself. Yvo noticed immediately.

The content of the first box made me gasp, and the second had me fanning myself because the room suddenly got hot seeing those presents. The first box contained a backless lavender dress, with a slit that stopped right at my thigh. The second box contained black Saint Laurent heels and a purse to match. The content of the last box was a beauty to behold. It was the latest edition of the Bulgari necklace. I was gobsmacked by this gift.

Author's POV Mira smiled at him which he knows is not really a smile but the happiness of his doom. "You are back!" She walked towards him excitedly. "I have been waiting for you since ages... Didn't you miss me?" She slapped his chest over dramatically. Damon looked at his room irritated. "Baby's breath!" Mira smirked, Mariana told her that he is allergic to the flower so Mira had to buy those for her husband. "Yeah, they are so cute... Look how beautiful your room is looking with the decoration."

He regretted it the moment those words left his lips. Tears built in Bonnie's eyes. "I'm sor-" "Lorenzo! Come quick, the news." Grace hurriedly said as she dragged Lorenzo to the living room. "21 year old Bonnie Evans went missing Thursday July 13th after being last seen at The Velvet Room, a nightclub in California. Evans was seen with her best friend Becca Jones and is the last person she spoke to before she supposedly went missing. Evans is also described to be blind. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa when she was only 14, an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged. Police investigators only found her cellphone and her guide dog in an alley of Mellway Street. Ev

Kaynon muttered as Ciaran lifted a vital off a shelf. "Well they won't be needing it anymore now will they. I think we may be able to use this to our advantage in the future though." Ciaran said, holding out what he had picked up, 'cherry bomb' with a caption, 'quickly eliminate your foes in a fiery blaze'. "Maybe. We could set up some traps around the perimeter after the females get here with a few of these. We're sure to hear the blast from any one of these." Kaynon said looking back up at the wall as Ciaran replaced the vial of red liquid.

I walked away, defeated. I asked a couple of traders, but none of them had seen her. My hope had gotten thinner. I found a lot of flyers on the wooden post; pictures of wanted people from stealing, murders, rapist, and lost and found children. I pulled one black and white flyer with a picture of a woman that looked very familiar. My pulse raced as I took a closer look at the picture. WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde

“Any story for this?” She hummed for a while, trying to remember any story behind the photo. It doesn’t take her long to shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe it was just a usual selfie.” This time, I’m the one who is flipping the pages. It’s a photo of Rosie lying down on a pinky bed. Her eyes are wide open while looking at the camera. “How old are you here?” “Six? Or seven I guess.” “This one is cute. Can I have it?”

Then after that, “Elexier, pose again! Let’s take pictures together,” I said to him and smiled. He smiled at me too and nodded. I clicked the phone’s camera many times and when I’m already satisfied, I already stopped. I looked at the pictures and saw that in some other shots, Elexier isn’t looking at the camera, he’s looking at me. And somehow, that brings butterflies in my stomach again. And I can’t believe that.

I held my breath and my fingers strained, but eventually the boards lifted slowly, revealing a hole in the foundation beneath the floor, only a few inches wide. I reached in gingerly and pulled out a package wrapped in burlap, tied in brown string. I turned it over in my hands and saw the flame symbol that had been recurring across our research messily painted in a deep red ink across the burlap wrapping. Tentatively I pulled at the string, letting it fall to my lap along with the wrapping. I turned over the familiar leather bound book in my hands. I breathed a sigh of unadulterated relief, and a radiant smile spread across Mains' face. The proof was there, perfectly indented and untouched o

“Don’t worry about me. You have an army to take care of. I can take care of myself.” “Sure, sure. Oh by the way, tell Bilgrae to get the demihuman squad ready. He knows what to do next.” “Okay, sure.” “Great thanks. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Bronto walked past Crymillia as she gave way to him. “It seems like he’s the one that needs a rest.” . . . We’ve reached the end of BLAIR Volume 2: The Great Sandcastle! I hope that you all have been enjoying the story so far and many more volumes, not to mention chapters coming in the future. I do apologise for the unstable updates and I’ll try to improve, which I always try to do.