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I spun the door handle to go get it as calling on any of my teammates would be a joke raid. "You—" That was Charlie. She pushed the door open like she'd been chased by a vampire or something, lunged toward me, and the next moment, we both were in my dressing corner. She was on my body, lips parted, eyes darting into mine like they were begging, her glasses falling from their spot to my bare chest. I raised my brow with a smirk at her. "Couldn't wait to hold me?" "Hmm… what's going on here?" Jack and the others just walked in, literally muffling shit-talk about the mate bond. I fucking heard them. I pushed Charlie off me and threw her miserable looking brown big glasses at her, just how I hat

And she wouldn't think about the way Charlie looked at her lately as though he was slowly beginning to see her. The thought alone made her chest hurt. So she focused more on the pages of the novel. She was reading her book. Then suddenly— the library doors opened. Elara looked up instinctively due to a habit. And she froze suddenly- Charlie stepped inside, visibly drenched from the rain. Water drenching his black shirt which stick to his skin while damp strands of hair fell across his forehead carelessly. He looked mildly exhausted, probably from work, from traffic, or from the weather.

Charlie said, “Since my parents' accident, I haven't returned to the old Wade Mansion in nearly twenty years. Although I went back to the Wades during the ancestral ceremony, the time was rushed, and with Ten Thousand Armies attacking the Wades, I never had the chance to properly organize my parents' belongings. At that time, I never thought that my parents would have any connection with cultivation or the Apocalyptic Book. Now it seems that everything may have started from them. I'll go back and take a look, and perhaps I'll gain something.” The Wades lived in an old mansion near the imperial city decades ago. It was a large estate and was quiet despite being hidden in the bustling city. Ve

Josh said as he wrapped his arm with hers and walked her inside. Charlotte and Josh went straight into the kitchen, Charlotte stopped as she saw what was on the island in the middle of the room. “What’s the matter?” Josh said as he turned to look at Charlotte. Charlottes eyes were locked onto the glass jar holding a withered lily and a white envelope lent against it with the same “OPEN ME” scrawled across it. Josh walked over to the island and picked up the letter. “Josh, I got the same letter in my pocket earlier, someone bumped into me and planted it on me” Charlotte her voice shaking with worry. “where’s the other one?” Josh said in a very domineering voice. “It’s in my bag I think, I was

" Do you remember the Christain novel written by The young sixteen-year-old writer, Queenebunoluwa15? " " You mean, Caged: Survival? " " Yes... The novel talked about a sixteen-year-old final year high school Student who got kidnapped by some set of bandits along with her schoolmates... " " At first, I was wondering why she who was a devoted Christian would be kidnapped too... " " Same here's... That proves that being a Christian doesn't completely protect you from being kidnapped along with the unbelievers... " " Yeah... But her being kidnapped Happened for a better reason. "

Charlie extended her hand on the counter, gently touching his arm. Her instinct told her Matt was not telling her everything. She still recognized those small telltale signs when her friend was not entirely being truthful to her. “Ok, but fair warning, my story is not that pretty.” He decided to tell her something. “But you have to promise that you will also tell me what you have been doing while I was gone.” He offered his hand for a shake, hoping to strike a fair bargain. “You got a deal.” Charlie gladly agreed. “So, how did you end up in the orphanage if your family is rich?” She asked the first thing that came to mind.

Peace radiated from them. She knew. It was time. Maggie followed Ariel into the light. She turned back to wave—then vanished. A moment passed. The scent of hot dogs wafted through the air. "Do you smell hot dogs?" Charlie teased, poking Mike’s ribs. Charlene’s heart ached. "One down... one to go." "I know," ReNew whispered. "But you can do this. I’m proud of you, Char." Charlene wiped her tears and stood tall.

“You already know what my dream is. I’m not giving up, so I am trying to make real powerful connection before I take over from Dad.” Hazel shook her head in disbelief at her brother’s dream of taking over the Mafia family. “I don’t have time for more chit chats. I have to find a new job as soon as possible.” ****** Cade downed the last drop of the liquor in his glass, stomping the empty glass on the glass center table in his living room. “It’s good news! My life is finally going back to normal.” He chuckled. Even though it was obvious he was in misery, he tried to comfort himself by saying, “I should have picked a sweet wine to celebrate this gr-eat news.”

"Sir Charlie Sr, you haven't eaten since noon. Please, allow me to bring your meal." Charlie Sr lifted his head from his laptop, acknowledging the maid's concern. "Mrs. Wade, you needn't worry. I'll eat when hunger strikes," he reassured her. With a sigh of relief, Mrs. Wade left the room. Charlie Sr closed his laptop and grabbed his car keys.