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I was at loss and clueless as to who and where to vent my anger at. What if something bad happened to her?! That woman couldn’t possibly survive the current of that river! But… Was that all my fault? Shit Sean! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

You're the only one for me. Entwined in each other's arms, they ambled out of my ward. Why were they so cruel to me? I did nothing wrong! Angry and aggrieved, I struggled up from the bed, craving an explanation. However, my head suddenly swam, and I collapsed back on the bed again. Having lost too much strength and blood, I hardly had the energy to deal with those two morons. Hector never came back again. Recalling their conversation earlier, I whisked out my phone and checked my bank account. The moment I saw my balance, I froze.

"What about my independence?" Cindy shocks us by growling, "Screw your independence! I'm tired, and this could all have been avoided if you had asked your parents for a car! You haven't even paid rent this month!" "Fine, fine. I will call them! Sheesh," Laura looks ahead again, tapping my shoulder. We are on Jenna's street, and three men are standing outside of her gates. "I can't believe you were violent to a girl—a girl, Henry!" Vincent, the quarterback on the football team, growls at his teammate.

a fantasy novel written by Worthwhile novels. "I hate you dan for hurting Jessie, she loves you and sacrifices everything for you…men are scum," Jeanne shouted. It was as if she read a true life story, forgetting it was just a fiction of a writer. Xena jumped on the bed, and she stood up hurriedly," What is it?" comes out of Xena's mouth, she was sleeping already, and she thought Jeanne had left for the king's chamber. Seeing the novel in her hand brought out an angry hiss. A hiss broke out of Xena's mouth, and she looked at Jeanne disdainfully.

I seriously doubt I am going to like whatever is inside this glass. I brought the glass to my lips allowing a small amount to slip in. Cain has his eyes fixed on my lips, but I could not help the grimace that took over. Jesus this tastes horrendous. The fiery liquid burns all the way down causing a shudder. Cain started to laugh at me. The sound was so nice and unexpected that I completely forgot to be embarrassed. Cain puts his hand on the exposed skin on my back and leans in. Sparks ignite from his touch and my heart rate picks up. “You could have refused little human.”

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

His response took slightly longer this time. “You should learn to accept help when it's offered.” I scoffed quietly. Even through text, he somehow sounded like he was giving an order. I typed back. “And you should learn not to interfere in people's lives” I stared at the message for a moment before sending it. The second it went through, I regretted it. That was probably too bold. The three dots appeared. Then it disappeared. Then it appeared again. Finally, his response came. “Perhaps.”—Damien

Her mind was racing—scenarios unraveling, each one worse than the last—but an unexpected wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her body was weary, but her heart was heavier. She needed a break. Just for a moment. Her gaze flickered across the apartment, landing on the old shoebox tucked beneath her coffee table. Memories. Painful ones. Ones she had spent years avoiding. Her fingers twitched. Then, slowly, she reached for it. She hesitated, staring at the worn edges of the lid. The past had already ruined her life once. It had taken everything from her, crushed her beneath accusations and silence.

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We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!