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Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

Something that couldn't have been easily fixed. Liya knocked, trying to smile as she got into Aria's room. Aria was already up and refreshed, reading a book on her bed. Liya tried observing every single action that Aria made, trying to see if she noticed that something was going on with her brother. But Aria seemed like she was oblivious to whatever had happened to Aldo. “Have you read Frieda McFadden's newest book?” She asked out of excitement. “Yes, I have,” Liya said, trying to sound more excited than she was worried. “I read it the same day that Aldo brought it from the bookstore.”

She was truly a lady raised within the sheltered walls of a noble household. Frederick had always admired her elegant manners and refined bearing. But as he looked at her now, he couldn't help but hear Freya's voice echoing in his mind. "I'm not one of those delicate, flattering ladies who live by rules. Stop trying to cage me!" The girls Frederick had known since childhood were all either ladies of noble birth or women at court, each one bound by strict rules and measured conduct. Freya was different. She was wild and untamed, which only made him like her more. He found himself falling deeper than he ever expected, unable to stop.

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I did love Freya as a friend and as my future Luna, but both she and Cameron were always trying to baby me just because I haven't found my mate yet and it was seriously starting to bother me nowadays. "Ugh! Don't ask!" Frey rolled her eyes in frustration. "My book and my blog are like polar opposites! On one hand, I'm writing about this sweet college girl who ends up mated to a narcissistic Alpha and on the other, I'm writing about women's safety tip while travelling alone in the countryside." "Wow…busy girl." I mused, taking slow sips of my coffee in between mouthful of bacon sandwiches. "Are you okay, Alex?" Freya finally asked the dreaded question.

She was our Ruby—desperately seeking his approval and hoping for happiness for both of us. Ruby always cared about her appearance and was afraid of pain, but she shielded me from the explosion without hesitation. After suffering unimaginable pain, she died in my arms, her face unrecognizable. Now, Ruby had become another excuse for Quentin to slander me. "What was the name of the person who died again?" Quentin asked. "I need to look her up and see if she has any criminal history!" Anya freaked out for a second, but Quentin was too caught up in his vengeful frenzy to even notice.

“You don't know that unless you try, look, again I don't know her but if you don't grab your chance, others will. I will” I didn't wait for more of this conversation, I walked to the living room and poured myself a glass of whiskey before watching the partying strangers in my mothers' house. “Jade!” I heard from behind me. I knew that voice surprised I turned around. “Violet Christina Morgenstern,” I said before I hugged the beautiful blonde girl who looked nothing like the best friend I left behind three years ago. When I left she wore glasses and dressed kind of dorky, now she was wearing lenses, her clothes looked amazing on her, Black skinny jeans and a loose white crop top, and her make

So of course, I did what most abandoned or orphaned children did, and made up my own story. I had been just about everyone over the years, I had been Charlotte, the betas daughter travelling to see the world. Bethany the abused daughter of an unforgiving man, looking for shelter and compassion. Martha, the baker’s daughter. Judy, the traveller’s wife. Michelle, the starving artist. Opal, the musician. Tracey the writer. Louise the ‘dancer’ and Grace the stylist. But in fact, I was Freya, the abandoned rogue. It didn’t have quite the same air of adventure, did it? then I guess that reality never does.

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Her champagne glass never leaves her hand. — Nyah Carter: The Panther of the South Side Ebony skin, fiery gaze. Daughter of a former boxer turned kingpin of the black market. She doesn't hide, doesn't smile, never lowers her eyes. "I didn't come here to make small talk. But if you've got a plan, I want in." She speaks true, hits hard, lives free. — Helena O'Connor: The Priest's Daughter The irony of fate: daughter of the city's most puritanical politician.