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"There are the videos which are causing the rumors. These tapes are made by a professional impersonator, even the sound system looks like real. Dea scrolled down through the videos in that YouTube channel, there were total seven of them. Those already got many viewers and comments about the side effects of their new foundation 'Petals', but they weren't true. Dea was strictly handling her makeup industry, there was no way that the products could be made by bad ingredients. Whoever uploaded these videos truly wanted to annihilate her reputation. She noticed the channel's name, it was Spoiled Makeup, though she didn't recognize the model in the tapes

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”

Once Julia's asleep on my chest on our bed, I allow myself to break down fully with not witnesses as my heart wrenching sobs and fleeting thoughts that I wish Liam all the happiness in the world; but I wish upon a star that it was us and not that other man who had children with Liam. Falling asleep tonight in bed with my female half, my female soul mate but we're missing our other soul mate; who is in the arms of another man and forever. Liam's P.O.V.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that when he smiled, there was something clean and boyish in his face. He was already in his twenties, yet he still looked like a kid who had never quite grown up. I looked away and handed him a document. “Sign these.” “What are they?” “Equity agreements.” Miles took them and was about to sign without even reading. “Aren’t you going to look at the terms?” “No need.” He shook his head and was already looking for a pen. “You wouldn’t hurt me.” I watched him write his name crookedly across the agreement, and something in my chest softened.

"Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!" She panted breathlessly, after pouring out the load in her heart. Dexter's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You are right, I won't understand." Ruby put her hands back on the rail and hung her shoulders in disappointment, at herself. Expecting someone in her dream would understand what it was like

Megan walked toward her desk trying to bide her time until she could figure out what to do, she knew that she was in her own head. “Have you been reading those horror books again?” Eric looked confused as he picked up an old leather-bound book with Latin scribbled across it. “You know it always messes with your dreams.” Megan stood up tall at the word “dreams.” Why would Eric have said that? She knew that they have never talked about her dreams and that was because he would go screaming into the night with what was in her head. “Really? You got to be fucking kidding me?” Megan cocked her hip out in frustration while she tapped her foot. “So, now you are changing forms now?”

"Ever since we were kids, you've been breathing down my neck, controlling every little thing I do. Who the hell do you think you are? "I let you have your way half the time, but can you just leave me alone already? I'm exhausted. Sometimes, I think the gossip was right. No wonder you were abandoned. Who could put up with a jinx like you?" A wave of intense nausea rolled through my empty stomach, a bitter lump forming in my throat. I couldn't throw up or swallow it. The ten-year-old Diana, the 17-year-old Diana... I had spent years trying to fuse all those cherished versions of her into the woman standing before me.

with a sigh I dragged my bag to the room. This is why I hate dreaming, sometimes is more better to see reality the way it is. I shouldn't have dared dreamt of a lifetime with Jason. (Sigh).

I hadn’t touched them since the morning. The dream came quickly when I finally closed my eyes. Lyric stood barefoot in the woods, just like I remembered from our childhood but older and bruised by time. Her hair was tangled with leaves, her dress torn at the hem. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t angry. She was focused. She opened her mouth, and though no sound came, I knew what she was saying. “It’s not over.” I tried to move, to reach her but the dream faded before I could get close. And I woke up gasping.