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I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life living like a shadow of myself just to fix a broken marriage. The drive was quiet, but there was no way I was returning to the same house as Camilla. After several failed attempts to change my mind, Ethan finally gave up and respected my decision. We checked into a hotel and booked two separate suites for the night. I stood in front of the mirror after a shower, a towel wrapped loosely around my waist. My skin was marked with bruises — some already darkening, others still fresh from the fight earlier. I exhaled raspy, fingers brushing over the bruises in an attempt to apply an ointment.

The airline is required to compensate the former flight dispatcher, Wendy Lynch, for wrongful termination of her employment. The third part was about Zachary. "After retrieving the flight records from the National Meteorological Department and air traffic control center, it has been confirmed that on March 19th, 20 years ago, the pilot, Zachary Lowe, refused to take off during an emergency transport mission on the grounds of an inaccurate weather assessment. "On the same day, he flew his private jet, B-10YZ, without declaring the flight plan. He's suspected of fabricating the weather assessment and violating aviation regulations. The case will be handed over to the authorities for investigat

"I cannot." "Ava, that is an order." I cut the channel and dropped toward Runway Three. The runway lights stretched toward me fast. I lowered the landing gear, and the whole frame shuddered. In the final approach, a base service vehicle suddenly shot onto the edge of the runway. The door flew open, and Chloe stumbled out as if she meant to force me away with her own body. I yanked the stick back. The landing gear scraped the runway edge, and the aircraft lurched out of balance. The left wing slammed into the barrier, sparks tearing across the ground. My harness cut into my chest as I crashed forward against the instrument panel, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

Amber took in a deep sigh and after a long pause, she stood up and said, “I believe my mother had her reason for burning the book of prophecy. I also believe that, if no one had laid their hands on the book, then, no one would know if one is Chosen or not. At least, if everyone claims to be the Chosen One, there won’t be any Chosen One. I won’t be predicted by a mere book.” Everyone in the room looked at her as soon as she said those last words and she looked back at them, wondering if she had said too much. But no, she would not let her journey in this life be read in a book, even if it means altering it. * As the hours moved towards nighttime, Meera felt a sudden pain on her back. It was a

I could feel the powerful slash of the hunter's sword on my wings. The black bone wings that had not yet fully grown were cut off. The pieces fell to the floor and melted into dust. My body felt like there was an electric shock due to being injured by the demon hunter's sword. Blood was smeared on my back where the wings had been attached. The rest of the wing bone retracted into the flesh on my back. I looked up while grinning. "This pain..." I remember Isaac Knox saying, 'You must live and achieve your goals.'

But amid my pain, I didn't expect to feel the familiar pain on my back after she took one of the male's swords. "Nooooo!" I wailed in agony when once again I felt my wings being butchered from my back. My tears were falling, my stomach was hurting, and I know I was dying. I know I didn't have time to say goodbye to Armand. Snippets of images of both of us together flash before my blurry eyes. When we talked about our future, I didn't expect it to be this short. "Nooooo!" My voice was pure agony when I watched as she actually burned my wings with magic dust. I witnessed how the limbs flapped helplessly in front of me, the burnt smell evades my senses and my tears were heavy while the bitch la

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

For some reason I felt completely comfortable with June even though I had spent more time with Jenny. “Alright well maybe I can put your mind to ease. There are a few people in this world that realized a long time ago that the justice system could not help everyone. Too often the people that need help the most are the ones left to their own wits. Jenny and I grew up watching our mother getting hurt a lot. No one helped her, and eventually he killed her. We knew then that we would find a way to help others in her situation, so Clipped Wings was born.” June patiently explained to me.

I whisper. Gloria squeals and says, “You look like a fairy. I want to see you with your wings!” I roll my eyes and shake my head at her. “Please, Divina, I want to see too,” Bren says softly. "Okay," I say and let my wings out. “They're not blue anymore,” Bren says in shock. “No, when they grew back, they came back white,” I answer her. “What do you mean, when they grew back, Divina. What happened to you?” Bren says, her voice taking on a hard tone. “Alpha Drake cut them off me,” I say softly and close my eyes against the memory. Having my wings taken from me, was almost as bad as being rejected by Warrick. “That’s a story for another time,” I tell her, hoping she will drop it. “You’ve been