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Grunting, she forced herself to open her eyes– at least a little bit of vision will give her confidence. She tilts her head a bit upwards to reach the summit of the shadow in front. Moonlight cast a glint over his muscular arms. With one hand palming the door, he is frozen in his own dilemma. The woman in front of him ignites a sudden, unwanted chemical reaction within him. She is sexy as hell that the name ‘SARAH PATEL’ should be listed as the eighth deadly sin. Smooth shoulders that his lips could glide effortlessly. Prominent bust, just the right fill for his palms.

Waiting sustains an unshakable expectation in my chest, Nigrum is the first sector that shows me a certain warmth and will of its population; funny because it's the second poorest in Atlanta even though it's extremely important for the country, maybe in my government I can change a lot of things around here, however right now all I can do is feel this energy that emanates from the arena that awaits the girl who will fight for the crown, I'm standing in front of the podium; my gaze remains serious as usual, my eyebrows are drawn together expressing the severity of my soul, I stare at the bottom where a floor of dry sand stretches out; the presenter enters at this moment with an extremely exag

DEREK'S POV "Shouldn't you at least knock?" Coral muttered as she dragged her top down. A part of me felt a lingering sense of disappointment with her clothes on. I mentally slapped myself to get my thoughts straight. "I'm sorry. I just didn't think you were going to be undressed, and..." I searched my brain for the right words, but I couldn't think straight. The image of her boobs kept popping up in my head every second. I took a deep breath and looked up at her.

How could she ever think about the day she wedded Glen Robertson without remembering that it's on the same day she was forced to end the marriage? Suddenly, Loki felt as though the past five years of her life had been on contract, and today was the expiring date. Glen Robertson, chairman of Soft-Life Empire, has successfully scar her heart forever... She was heartbroken that her husband cheated on her and was unremorseful about it. But she was even more infuriated because she hadn't been the one who ended it first. It pains her so much that he had still been the one to give her the divorce papers.

Coraline said in a cold voice before finally taking Hazel's hand. Hazel was more than sure that coraline had an ulterior motive and was just being vague with her b*llshit about freedom for dark witches. She wanted to scoff, but whatever coraline wanted, as long as it didn't affect her, was none of her business. The only thing Hazel cared about was making Liam pay. She wanted him to feel the same pain as she had felt when she saw him holding his mate in his arms. She wanted him to beg for mercy. She was never going to let him go...

"Yeah, just a shame I didn't get to meet Reginald, but the guy who received me is one of my fans and he said he would make every effort to have me met by Mr. Reginald Wordsworth." Coral sat down with her arm around Grace, her pretty and delicate face demonstrating definite confidence. She was 21 years old, a junior at Imperial University, and had 60 million followers on PHOENIXFELL's hottest video application platform, because she had a wonderful voice, and sang beautifully. Thus, she was highly praised by the public as a “heavenly voice”. However, she was not satisfied with just being a netizen online. Besides, she was actively involved in charity work, relying on Brady's connections to lob

The same metal whirl. ‎ ‎My mouth went dry. ‎ ‎I flipped the page. ‎ ‎A screenshot of a private message thread. Two names at the top: G. Hart and M. Calder. ‎ ‎The messages were short. Clinical. ‎ ‎G. Hart: We need assurance. Can you get her close? ‎ ‎M. Calder: Yes. I can. For the right price. ‎ ‎G. Hart: Do it discreetly. This can’t be traced. ‎ ‎M. Calder: She’ll be where you want by dawn.

The ballroom glittered with a thousand golden lights, each crystal chandelier reflecting the wealth and power of the people beneath them. Cassandra Blake smoothed the silver satin of her gown, the fabric soft against her palm, a reminder to keep her mask in place. In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity.