Romans & histoires Debbie Gallagher

He lied. Morrigan walks towards the gazebo in the garden, sitting by the marble seat in front of the pristine marble table as she looks out of the garden. The cold surface of the marble caressing her skin. "Have you recognized your offense?" She asked meaningfully. Observing Colfre's reaction, trying to see if he would recognize what offense she was meaning to tell. Colfre nodded his head briefly. Standing upright in front of Morrigan. His hands clenched beside him, his chest out. The emblem on his armor glimmering under the rays of sunlight. Morrigan rested her hand on the marble table. Propping her head on one of her hand, gazing at him with disinterest etched in her eyes.

I shifted away from Ashton to look at his face. “Truth, I don’t want to get up to do a dare!” he replied. “Aw man, and I’d thought of such a good dare for you,” Zayn groaned. “I outplayed you,” Aston smirked. “Okay, let me give you a nasty one. What’s your biggest secret? One so bad, you can’t even thinking about it.” “That’s such a cliché question,” Pelin rolled her eyes, “You could have used your mind for something more original at least.”

In truth, I was not only donating my paintings for auctions but also giving twenty percent of my income to the charity organization I used to support. I believe I’ve been blessed enough, and I feel it’s my duty to share those blessings with others. "Oh, you do? My husband's company is sponsoring a charity called Gabriella, which supports battered women and children. What’s the name of the organization you’re helping?" Mrs. Saavedra asked further. "It's an organization called WeCare Foundation. They conduct feeding programs and medical missions for local populations, especially in impoverished towns. They also provide scholarship grants and advocate for environmental causes." The organization

Gavin and Manda were both in tears, their eyes swollen as they supported Debbie on either side and dragged her into the psychiatric hospital. Seeing Debbie like this, Patricia didn’t quite know how to feel. After exiting the news app, she headed towards the wards. Meanwhile, at the Athens Psychiatric Hospital. Debbie lay against the iron gates, banging her forehead against them repeatedly, making a ‘bang… bang… bang…’ sound, while muttering incessantly to herself. “ABCDEFG, HIGKLMN.” After reciting the 26 letters, she’d start over again with “ABCD” and recite them anew.

I secretly clenched my fist under the table. Are they sure they were over? I noticed that Gavin is really smiling sweetly at her as if he misses her so much, too. "By the way, dear...this is Rebecca Dale. She's a dear friend of Gavin. She's Sheira, best friend of Becca, as well." She introduced us all to her. I could see that she is also happy to see us. "Wow, it's good that Gavin is having fun while I am gone. That's great."

Lily started doing her hair, while my mom headed towards her suite to get ready. Lily was wearing a divinely gorgeous navy-blue gown tonight with silver accents. The gown was sleeveless with a high neckline in the front and draping almost to her bottom in the back. She wouldn’t be wearing a bra for this dress, not that she needed it. She was perfection and the gown suited her. She was going to break some hearts tonight as she always did. Drake POV

A beautiful girl. His eyes stuck on her as she was walking ahead with a straight face. She was dressed in a white long length anarkali dress with a dupatta on her shoulders, her sleeves covering her arms and her hair left open. He found himself moving his head in the direction she walked on just by that side of the grave from where he stood. He was astonished by her as he continued looking at her with his surprised eyes. Surprised because he found her beautiful. He found a most beautiful girl. She is shining like an angel in his eyes. He stared at her for a long time as she prayed and was making her way back out of the crematorium, in the same way passing through him.

Maybe the same caution that had kept me alive all these years. Why is she really here? We were always going to end up here – with her in my bed. But this felt too easy. So I didn’t trust it. I didn’t put it past her and her brother to have concocted some scheme which involved using her as a honey pot. Everything I knew about Roman Dobrev spoke against him ever using his sister in that way; but what if it was her idea? One thing I did know about these Russians, they would do anything for family. Much like we Irish would.

And this unfortunate incident has made it very clear that I don’t have any. I lean against my table and allow myself to suck in a deep breath. “Today, on business weekly, power couple shattered as Wellspring co-founder, Aaron Connor, awaits trial for murder,” Bile rises from my stomach to my throat. I tilt my neck to look at the TV screen. I barely noticed it until now. The headline is in red at the bottom of the screen, while the reporter speaks. “The victim, Deborah Roselyn Edwards, a recently popular influencer known as Debbi Rose, was a former employee of Aaron Connor’s wife, Sarah Wellspring, and went viral on social media after her famous accusations against the assailant’s wife.”

“That you fought against your own. That you burned through the ranks of your enemies like wildfire. That the Moon Goddess herself has touched you.” His words carried weight, and the crowd shifted, waiting for my response. I exhaled slowly. “I fought to protect. I did what I had to do. Nothing more.” It seemed like Gareth did not believe me because his mouth twitched. "Yet, authority such as yours is rarely granted without cause." His gaze shifted to Kelvin and then to Logan. “And rarely wielded alone.” I knew where this was going before he said it. “Tell us, Rachael.” Gareth tilted his head. “Have you taken a mate?”