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I shyly but my lower lip. He smirks. "You're cute Thea." I rolled my eyes at him. "If that's your pick up line, dude it's so bad." Khaleel laughs while throwing his head back. "You are so lucky I treat as a sister and I'll forgive you for saying that." I chuckle. "But unfortunately that wasn't a pick up line, Thea. And I don't tell women they're cute. I'm not high school. I'm a man."

Drew says. Patricia and I head over to an empty pool table and I bend down to put the quarters in the slot when I hear a man's voice say, "I think I could make you very happy." I look up, glancing to see if it was Patricia that was getting hit on with that pathetic pick-up line but when I hear a familiar voice reply, "Why? Are you leaving?" Without looking, I know immediately it was Cassandra.

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

He rolled his eyes and smiled. "I have been wanting to ask you"He cleared his throat. Ask me what? He took my hands in his and squeezed it softly"I like you" Please don't tell me it's what I'm thinking "I re-really like you and any guy would be lucky to have you as his girl,will you make me that lucky guy and be my girlfriend?"He stuttered. First of all, horrible pick up-line I know right I wanted Jace to be my first boyfriend... But he stole your first kiss

“Braylon? What is going on?” Braylon looked at him puzzled, stunned at the same time. “The reason why I couldn’t use my powers. I mean, the curse that was imposed on the alphas. She…. she can lift that curse,” “Wait, that means…Oh! My! God! The last heir to the Crawford…. Imogen Crawford,” he replied within the period of time his memory flashed back to the hospital. He had seen her name on her identity card, also at her house on her award crystal.

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

What else did his curse comprise of that I didn't know? "I courted seven ladies in the past. Unfortunately, none of them lived long enough to walk to the isle with me. My curse somehow affected them and killed them all. I guess they were too fragile to handle such burden." His eyes glistened with tears but as quickly as they came, so also they dried up. I have never survived any of Veronica's maltreatment nor Vivian's, without falling unconscious. Just how long would I endure before his curse finally took my soul?

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

“Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.” Her lips moved but I saw was the Moon goddess speaking. “It's time for your awakening.” “And the world is not ready for you.”

“Why does this crap always happen to me?” “Because you have the mouth of a sailor and the impulse control of a raccoon in a candy store,” she replied, dead serious. “Okay, rude. But accurate.” She suddenly snapped her fingers like she’d just solved world peace. “Wait! What if you say you were quoting Shakespeare?” I stared. “Shakespeare. And what play, exactly, has the line ‘Fuck you, shit’ in rapid-fire succession?” She shrugged. “A modern interpretation?” “I’m gonna modernly interpret my foot into your shin.”