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Jules POV The athletic building's side entrance is always unlocked during evening meetings. I learned that during sophomore year when I used to bring Dad forgotten playbooks and forgotten dinners. Now I'm using it to sneak into my own father's domain like a criminal. The hallway stretches before me, dimly lit by emergency lighting. My sneakers make soft squeaking sounds against the polished floor, and I wince at each step. "I shouldn't be here," I whisper to myself. If Dad catches me, if security sees me but I need to know what they're saying about Adrian and me. I need to know if there's any chance of salvaging this nightmare.

The stump of his leg dragged through the snow, leaving a long, vivid trail of blood behind him. He pressed his filthy, mud-blackened hands over his face as he scrambled, terrified that I might look at him for even one second longer. I stood still and watched him flail and struggle in the snow. I felt nothing. No anger. No pity. No satisfaction from revenge fulfilled. The past Lily had died in that basement apartment. And the man groveling in the gutter before me meant less to me than a stranger. He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself.

By Madison "Oh come on don't be such a prude, it's fun I promise." She said while dragging me into the bathroom. "I'm not playing this stupid game I don't want to!" I said attempting to leave the bathroom but she blocked my path. " stop its really fun especially if you get the right person" she said while wiggling her eyebrows. " what does that mean?" "Just hope you get Gilinsky trust me he's good at this game." She said brushing off her comment.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

“Positioning.” That word changed everything. --- The Bigger Game “This wasn’t about bringing down the company,” Aria continued. “It was about controlling it.” “And using you to do it,” Cassian added. --- The Missing Piece Clicks Everything made sense now. The subtle sabotage. The careful framing. The gradual escalation. They weren’t trying to destroy her. They were building her into something. Something useful. --- The Final Layer And then— She saw it. The name. Not hidden. Not masked.

I replied with confidence but only just to provoke him. "Oooh, you're still as bold as ever even when you're left with only the bones and no flesh." He said, leaning back on his desk. He took a lusty look at me from head to toe, biting his mouth. It was as if he already undressed me but with his eyes. Even when you loose a game, just make sure to dress like the winner, as confident and sexy as ever, only then you can get in the nerves of your opponent, and that was exactly what I did.

With nothing else to focus on, she started making these dolls. I remember the way she smiled every time she finished painting one. She would show them to me every time I visited, and no matter how tired she looked, she’d beam like she had just done something amazing. Alec used to think they were creepy, and Mia didn’t really think much of them. But to me, they were beautiful, fragile little things. And oddly, there was this strange excitement that built inside me every time I touched them, the urge to want to break them. It didn’t make sense at that time but it was there. That feeling stayed with me until she passed away, and we ran.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

the noise covered that part people in groups playing all kinds of games, Valerie mentioned this place in her diary " we played chess today, and I lost again which is okay cause the martini keeps me going" when I thought of it I felt fuzzy inside. Shakes pulls the restroom door shut and pushes my back against the door, his body just few inches away from mine, " what are you doing" I blurted out the minute he hands left mine, I was so curious, why did he bring me here, " I'm so it's just there are cameras almost everywhere and I had to bring you here"