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He still hated mushrooms. And Luca’s daughter Sophia Grace DiLorenzo was two and fearless. She insisted on wearing a chef’s hat that covered half her face and loved nothing more than dunking her hands into flour and yelling, “Messy means yummy!” Amara had returned to writing part-time. A publisher picked up her essays about life, food, and love, and her first book, Whisked Away: Recipes for the Heart, hit the indie bestseller list. At book signings, she wrote this in every copy:

She just wanted to forget the rejection. Larissa pushed open the door at the end of the hall. “Finn room?” She smiled to herself as she walked in. Finn was going to be mad, but she didn't care. She collapsed onto the massive bed, clutching the bottle to her chest. She took a long gulp, the liquor spilling down her chin and onto her lingerie. A hysterical chuckle bubbled up from her throat. "Look at you," she slurred, staring at the ceiling. "So desperate, so pathetic."

The kind that started with a woman deciding to take her life back and ended somewhere she couldn't quite see yet but knew the direction of. Isla came by that evening. She had developed the habit of Sunday evenings at the apartment, folding herself into the corner of the couch with wine and opinions about everything. Dorian was usually there too, arriving separately and pretending this was coincidental, which it had not been for about six weeks. "I've been writing something," Lia said. Isla looked at her over the rim of her glass. Interested immediately. "What kind of something?" "I don't know exactly. A memoir maybe. About the last two years. Starting with Julian and ending... I don't know w

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“It is the first book that Kayden bought for me. He used to take me to listen to the narrator telling the stories of the Brothers Grimm. We used to pay with gold to enter and listen to him, and then he surprised me with the book and signed by them.” I told her in a proud tone that made Celine jealous. She took the volume from her fingers and hugged it to her chest as if it was the most precious of the octagons, a spontaneous movement from Larissa, but it caused great pain to Celine, as although she knows that she has no right to feel jealous, and that she is the intruder and not Larissa, but she is unable to control the fires of jealousy. Burning in her chest, a raging fire that could not b

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

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When they were alone again, Fallon locked the door. Looked at her best friend. "Gurlll. Don't tell me you think it was your book character?" Elara didn't reply. She didn't need to. Fallon whispered voice soft with a cocktail of fear and fascination, "Girl, don't tell me…." **** Midnight. Elara sat at her desk. Laptop open. The manuscript glowing on her screen. Her fingers hovered over her keys. Then she heard it. The faintest whisper through the screen.

The city stretched below like a thousand secrets waiting to be claimed. Behind her, the crunch of heels on gravel. “You disappear too easily.” Valentina’s voice was soft, but edged — the same voice that had once cut through smoke-filled council rooms and left grown men trembling. Isabella turned, her dark eyes gleaming in the torchlight. “I wanted air.” Valentina’s gaze flicked to the rose in her hand, the smear of blood across her palm, and then back to her daughter’s face. A small, knowing smile curved her lips. “Air… or silence?”

They got into a conversation, Jewels included. Larissa knew how to speak both the language of a kid and teenager, she knew exactly what to say and how to react to their every statement. Everything about her is intriguing, every moment makes me more curious. What exactly makes her tick? What dark secret does she conceal? Everyone has a dark side, what is hers? Why do I feel like she should only be with me? Like she is the only one that can fish me out from the sea drowning me? Larissa Justice is different, weird, and intriguing. She is trouble.