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She shrugged slowly, leaving her words unfinished. “Dominic,” Xander murmured under his breath, "do you remember his face?” Grace looked as confused as I was with his question, but she answered still. “Very tall, dark-skinned with bright eyes. Green maybe and uh-he had this tattoo I think on his face, I’m not sure.” Xander suddenly let out a humorous small chuckle, shaking his head somewhat, “I knew that son of a bitch was still alive.” Again with the vocabulary. “The bartender told me they hire prostitutes, but I don’t think she knew about this”

"Depression?" Daniel raised his eyebrows in disbelief, because Morana didn't look like someone who was depressed at all. What made her depressed? Seeing how Quirino treats Morana, there shouldn't be anything that can make her depressed, right? However, Daniel's thoughts were mere assumptions, he was not a graduate majoring in psychology to be able to know such psychological things. "Yes." Doctor Sherry nodded her head. "With a tendency to BPD, Borderline Personality Disorder." she continued.

I smiled and hugged him, the person started puking. My laugh echoed and I know that some of them think that I’m crazy or some kind of psychopath. When I saw a white fabric, I straighten my fingers and write ‘let's leave now, the government will bomb this place sooner’ I showed it to the small and hard-headed boy. He nods and shows it to his mother, the woman did not believe me and ask how did I know it, I just shrug I only want my brother to tag along but his mom already started packing. They fight more, some people said that I’m a demon that killing people and that those infected are still living things blab la. Some said that I just protected them and they should be grateful

I didn’t expect to see him so soon. Caspian Blackwood.

Pictures of me and Kade outside the venue, his hands on my waist and us leaving together. God. We looked like a real couple. “They know Kade is your new client.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The elevator feels too small, too hot, too freaking crowded. My lungs almost give up as I see another headline flash across my screen. COULD THE BLACK OUTCAST BE DATING HIS BROTHER’s BEST-FRIEND FOR REVENGE? DIRT BIKER KADE BLACK’s GIRLFRIEND IDENTIFIED AS MANAGER. CLIENT-MANAGER ROMANCE? My eyes squeeze shut. I wasn’t thinking when I asked him to pretend for me, I should’ve ended things there.

"Return." The group began to leave, a group of people carrying large mirrors, a group of people walking on two sides. The man is walking in the middle, his figure is tall, and the suit on him makes him even more powerful. The gun on his side seemed to move with every step of its owner, silent but extremely scary. King Ivan coldly stepped into his big black business car, his face in the dim light became more and more deadly. He reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, his chest inside was enchantingly strong.

I open the chat, and there’s a single photo inside that makes my entire body go still. Jake. And a girl, maybe fifteen, with the same tired eyes and pursed mouth. His sister. They’re standing next to each other, smiling cheekily, and there’s a sash across her body with the words Birthday Girl written on it. I can make the faint silhouette of a cake in the dark backdrop. My hand flies over my lips as I open the profile. It has no followers or posts. I click back to the chat. Someone is typing. [Jake’s sister.]

He really likes his enemy in a dark backdrop I guess. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It's not black, but a cream white that boosts his complexion. I am so fucked.

His posture as he fell eliminated the impact. "JA" showing a proud expression with a thumb up, his words along with a smile denoted great self-confidence. Zark could swear he saw a gleam come out of his smile. He was a young man brimming with energy. His white hair moved along his shoulders reflecting his surroundings. The blue color of his pupils made his eyes sparkle like those of an outgoing rogue. His long, pointed ears and grayish skin revealed that he was a Drow, better known as Dark Elves, a relative of the High Elves and Wood Elves.