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------------------------------ In the MADNESS, you have to find the CALM. - Dolores. ------------------------------ Dolores felt goosebumps all over her arms and legs, glancing at the wounds on the woman's head on the bed, she could predict her future. The sole thing maintaining Dolores from not wailing is realizing that the hand wouldn't kill her straight away, it would simply create some doodles on her skull but blood edition! Dolores waited for the bone-chilling forehead blood edition doodle calmly but it felt as if the hand didn't prefer her surrendering and forcefully grabbed her hair tugging her skull like a toy rattle.

Prince Lorenzo's father ordered and in a swift movement the heir had a sharp golden blade on my throat while I stared at him heartbreakingly. "All__all these years?!" I stammered while a tear rolled down my left eye. He only pressed the cold blade more against my skin. I closed my eyes walking down memory lane from where it all started. Nothing made sense right now and it probably never would as I was currently staring at death in the face, from the hands of my lover. All in all, I never thought my desire was ever going to be my doom. "I am pregnant, Lorenzo__" I confessed, wanting him to know he was about to murder two beings. One was a human he betrayed and the other?

“I feel that this is it. Whatever it is I am meant to find, I feel that it is here. My father, he said that the island was a big place. I think that what he meant was that the Notre Dame was not the only place on the island to search. That our final clue is beside the Notre Dame.” They walked to the door, preparing to open it, when suddenly, the door opened wide, startling them. Before them stood a tall, strikingly beautiful vampire, wearing a white robe and hood. She pulled it back, revealing light blue eyes and long, brown hair. She looked right at Caitlin and smiled. “Caitlin,” she said. “We have been awaiting you. Welcome.” Caitlin and Caleb exchanged a glance. The woman stepped aside, a

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

Geremia ordered. "Where are you Cami… please be safe" Dante said inwardly. ……….. Camilla opened her eyes, she was in a bunker and she was tied to a chair. "let me go, who did this to me? Let me go" she screamed. The door opened, Paula and Paolo sauntered in. "Shhhh! But then again, you can scream as loud as you want no one would come to your aid" Paula told her. "Dante will kill the both of you" Camilla told them.

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He looked at me, a dark, reckless smirk touching his lips. "Ready to burn the books, Donna?" I reached into my waistband, my fingers closing around the ceramic blade. "I never liked reading anyway." The first volley of gunfire shredded the silence of the cathedral, and the red light of the emergency flares turned the marble into a river of blood.

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27 I won’t lie about what I do and don’t remember. The eye in my forehead flutters like a black moth caught in a bad dream, fetching the images that shadow the back of my mind. Because the cliff-edge dividing what was and what is…the ink dot that bleeds in place before the line changes course. It starts falling down right about here. We made waffles and we burned them. And then my mother told me about Uncle Steve. ***