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She could count on her fingers the number of times she had contact with them over the years. Widowed at twenty-seven, she’d had more than her share of things going wrong in her life. This was a new low. She was expected to portray the role of the grieving widow, with all these people giving her pitiful looks and sympathy, when in reality none of them knew the truth. The lies, the affairs, the emotional abuse and his constant torment of uer, were things she suffered in private. Only her sister, Becca, knew the extent of her misery. She was so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't realized his casket had already been lowered into the cold, dark earth.

But she could feel it pulsing, a tiny, steady heartbeat of grief. She reached for it. The seed did not resist. It had been waiting. For centuries, it had been waiting for someone to notice it. The Hollow had fed on it, but the Hollow had never seen it. The original bargainer had hidden it, buried it, and tried to forget it. But it was still there. Still alive. Still grieving. Clara touched it with her anchor sense. The grief flooded through her. --- She was in a room she had never seen. A small bedroom, sunlight streaming through gauze curtains. A bed with a child in it—a girl, perhaps twelve, with winter-sky eyes and dark hair spread across the pillow. Her face was flushed with fever, her b

"Absolutely not. My heart still belongs to Anthony, you know that, and that's not happening, we both have people in our lives that we obviously care about. Mia chuckled softly. "I know, I know-just thought I'd ask. But seriously, Noah, not to shut yourself off completely. This is a new chapter in your life, and though it wasn't what you've expected, it can very well turn into something….unexpected, you never know NJ. Noah sighed, his words awakening the pang of sorrow whenever Anthony was brought up. He had been her first love, her everything, and though he was gone, that part of her still clung to the love she had had for him.

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

Then buried himself in her, pushing a scream from her lungs. He curled his hand behind her neck and crushed his mouth to hers, leaving the rest of the work to his cock. As she arched beneath him, she realized she wouldn't be able to move on from him. It was only Tan who was able to make her feel alive in the best possible way. He buried his head in her curls as he powered into her, hooking a hand behind her knee and pushing her leg toward her chest so he could bury himself deeper. "Tan." She jerked "don't stop" with her order Tan reached between them and circled the feminine folds. She let go and fell into abyss. She forgot about her troubles. At least for tonight.

My heartache was unbearable. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed for all I was worth. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of despair and emptiness. The wound was invisible, but it had damaged me irreparably, and all I could do was wail into the darkness. *** “Megan, please. Can you come out and have some breakfast?” I buried my head further into the blanket hearing Charity’s voice outside my bedroom door.

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The old Don was killed in an ambush by a rival crew. At the mass, Vito, the new Don, stood at the very front of the church. I'd rushed back from a job and barely made it. There were only two spots left in the church. One was right next to the new Don. The seat for his wife. The other was at the very end of the guest line. I figured, without even thinking about it, that the spot beside him was mine. So I walked straight toward Vito. But he looked right past me. "Sofia." He lifted his chin, just slightly. "Come up." Around me, the family elders and the heads of the different crews started whispering. "The next Don's wife is a beautiful woman." "Look at those two. They just fit." Vito took the

“If it weren’t for you abandoning her at the club, how could she be killed in the streets? If you truly feel sorry, you should look into who tipped Fiona’s ex-husband off! She died because of Fiona!” Amy revealed a lot. After taking in a lot of information, Rob only asked one thing. “Where’s Heather buried? I want to see her.” Amy did not tell him. Everyone who knew where my grave was did not say anything. They knew that my biggest wish was to never see Rob again. At the same time, Sally woke up. Liam entered the ward. When he saw that Sally’s vitals were fine, he hugged her. When he wanted to leave with Sally, Rob stopped him.

I quietly wiped my tears away and jumped off the cliff without any hesitation. "No!" Timothy woke up with a start, and his pajamas were drenched in sweat. Zoe was sitting by his bed, the rims of her eyes red while she shed tears in silence. "Timothy, is Melanie really dead?" Timothy's heart was now pounding with frustration. He got up and lit up a cigarette as he stood by the window. Alas, not even smoking a whole pack could ease the frustration he was feeling. Zoe's sobbing was nearly driving him insane.