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I gasped as I saw the message alert is from Mysterio, "This is not happening" I stood up pacing around already nervous about what he sent, I looked at my screen which has 10 new messages from Mysterio. I clicked on it to view it all. *Hi* *It seems that you win* *I tried ignoring you but couldn't* *Funny how people we barely know becomes a part of our happiness* that's because you barely leave your video game *Well the last few days of not chatting you have been sort of lonely* how is it possible when we have only chatted twice, well if it makes any sense its the same for me.

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com Subject: CONFIDENTIAL: Premium Tier-A Contract Marriage Proposal & Asset Division Outline "Tell me I didn't," Zariel breathed, her voice cracking as a bead of sweat rolled down the back of her neck. "Maya, look at the email address. Tell me that says Marcus. Please tell me my thumb slipped and I sent it to my agency partner."

Stella went to brush her teeth and wash her face before going to the fridge, she greeted her mom who was busy in the kitchen and Jace who was standing by the door like he was waiting for something and of course he was. Yesterday, Jace ordered an assistant digital promo from McClure Investments and now he was happily waiting for his orders to arrive but Stella didn't actually care about that. She went back to her room and sat on her bed, opened the yogurt and at the same time her phone. The moment Stella typed in her password, what welcomed her first was her email. The yogurt she was holding fell from her hands and her eyes widened. It was her good luck email.

She was so concentrated on that game that She had to complete the stage she was playing before exiting the game and going to check the message out. Melissa was taken aback as she gulps in air when she saw that the message name was that of the City Museum and it was sent via her email, she didn't know wether to jump up in happiness or be sad that's why she turned on her mobile data quickly and logged in her email so she could check what they emailed her. Processing and now opens up, having their logo up the letter head view and all other informations that are seen on a letter in it, Melissa vocalizes as reads out loud....

If someone had gone to the trouble of sabotaging the elixir, why was no one interested? ‘This afternoon, I am going with the other high priestesses to a convention in the center of the country. To Dorestad, to be precise. ‘Moon poured the tea. ‘You will be alone until tonight. If there is any trouble, you can leave a message on Jente's phone. She will check these regularly.‘ Maddie thought Omem looked worried. She shared it with the others. 'She is afraid. Gates are closed, ‘Esmee said. Then she saw the questioning looks. She shrugged apologetically.

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Early in the morning, Eithan saw someone dropping an envelope into their mailbox. While rubbing the morning glory off of his eyes, he strode towards it and checked the letter deposited there. His drowsy eyes widened when he saw the name, actually names, written at the back. From: Misty To: Eithan A frown immediately appeared on his face as he stared at the sky blue envelope in his hand. 'Because I blocked her in social media and text messenger, she mailed it?'

She resembles a scared little girl. My heart hurts for her. My phone pings with an incoming message. It’s from a strange number, but I instantly realize who it is when I read the first line; “Little Caramel, Remember, when I said I would go to any lengths to make you mine? I hope you’re enjoying the chaos.” Once I read the last line, the message mysteriously disappears. I kid you not, I end up searching my entire incoming message history but the message has truly disappeared. Poof! Just like that. It’s like black magic.

“What? Where?” “When I was locked in that stupid room,” Emma explains. She gives me a sideways glance, but she has a half-smile on her face. Maybe I’m not in as much trouble as I think. “Suddenly, there was a woman in a long white dress with silver hair floating in the air telling me that I’m the Mystic Luna and I had to believe in myself or something like that.” “What’s a Mystic Luna?” Mandy asks.