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She patted my shoulder, rose, and vanished into the house. "No way," I muttered. "She won't leave me alone. I'll poison them." Rising, still grumbling, I locked the front door and, haunted by that ominous thought, went to bed, only to have a troubling dream. ~~~~~ "Good morning, Justice," a melodic female voice chimed in my ear. "Time to wake up." "Go away," I mumbled, sleepily. "Far away." "No can do, sir." A firm tap on my butt jolted me fully awake, and she flashed me a satisfied smile as she rose. "It's 6:05."

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

He would then let out a hiss as the excruciating pain jolted him awake and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. His inner thighs were already covered in the same scars I used to have years ago. There were new wounds piled on top of old ones, making for a gruesome sight. Dad thought that I would come back to him as long as he experienced the same pain I had suffered in the past and remained conscious the whole time. "Look, Zach, I never fell asleep. I've managed to stay awake all night," he mumbled under his breath to no one in particular in the empty room. He then grabbed the half-used bottle of hand sanitizer spray and spritzed the alcohol onto his festering wounds.

Bammie unexpectedly woke up quickly after two hours of sleep and went to the guest room to check on Carmina. She was expecting to see her still sleeping soundly but when she opened the door, she was quite surprised to see her wide awake and already dressed up while putting her makeup on. “Good morning!” Carmina greeted cheerfully while smiling. Bammie squinted her eyes. Her hair was still messy and she was still in her nightgown but the woman in front of her was ready to go already.

He smiled and sipped the wine he was holding and accompanied the music. *THE NEXT MORNING* Drake woke up when an extreme headache. He went up to his bed and his head is spinning. "Fuck! I really need to stop drinking." He muttered under his breath. He caressed his head then tried to stand up but failed. He took his phone from his bedside table then saw that it was already 9am and he needs to go to Natasha. So even though his head is like spinning and he's about to puke because of hangover and extreme headache, he still manages to stand and and walked to the bathroom to wash himself.

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.

Just the mention of her was enough for his dead heart to beat. Natasha couldn't help but cry in happiness. The supernatural have finally found their mother Queen. "I am happy for you King." She said. No one ever thought that Ares, the lycan King will ever have a mate and it came shocking to her. But she was happy from the bottom of her heart. Ares gave her a stiff node. "I want you to wake up the all our people." He commanded. "As you say my King." She said with her eyes casting down. "I will require your blood to perform the witch magic which will wake up everyone from their curse." She added.

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

All I wanted was some peace, but Maynard had to bring that little troublemaker into my room. "Shut up!" I roared. But instead of being quiet, Waldo wailed louder. "No! Mom, don't you love me anymore? I'm your son, Mom!" His sobbing pierced through my thoughts, breaking me apart. I lunged forward and wrapped my hand around his throat. Then, I dragged him toward the surveillance camera mounted on the ceiling. "Maynard, if you don't want your son to die, then get someone in here and take him away!"

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha