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I answered after a sigh. "Fuck, why does he come here? Isn't he supposed to accompany bitch Erma to comfort her now?" "What happened?" I caught a hidden meaning in her words and asked immediately. "Oh, Erma becoming a hot search topic on Twitter, but…" Nova paused here on purpose, raising her eyebrow with a smirk, "I think you should watch it by yourself." I hurried to take out my phone and checked on Twitter.

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Plus, with her livestream handle, Steady Hemmy, she was racking up Twitter followers faster than some celebs. Netizen B: [Steady Hemmy, rocked forensic science in college, turned mortician post-grad! Makeup Whiz, one of Greenville's top ten charity heroes. I thought she was just another heiress playing around, but turns out she's the real deal!] Netizen C: [Life's full of surprises. Can anyone clue me in on what kind of magic Helma's got that's got everyone talking?] Netizen D commented with a hint of sarcasm, [Hey, why don't you just mind your own business?]

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It made my hair stand on end and my skin itch as it wrapped itself around me. "Ah, Erik, I've been expecting you. I'm sure you could use some rest after that horrible fall." He said his voice was whimsical and held such happiness as he spoke. He knew so much, but it didn't surprise anyone. His voice caught me off guard as I expected him to sound as dark and evil as his energy. "Of course, but first," Erik said before turning to the others. "These are some of my pack members, you have already met Drake, but this is Lucas, my top warrior. Tom and his mate Greta are my mate's guardians, and this here is my mate Athena. The one who seeks your help." Malcolm bowed his head in respect.

But I could feel my heart breaking piece by piece… and maybe it was even innumerable pieces. I felt myself go cold suddenly, with my chest feeling so tight like someone held it so, to torture me like this. I could feel the corners of my eyes go hot. I just took a deep breath instead. I had to control this feeling. I must not break down in front of anyone. I am Xerra. I am an elite warrior!

Emma; and what might that be? Eric; me Emma grinned from ear to ear as she read his messages. She had been writing since she got back and needed something to distract her when Eric texted. Eric; what do you want to do? Emma ; watch a movie, maybe. Eric; what movie? Emma; crazy rich Asians. Have you seen it? Eric; Not at all Emma; where do you live? Under a rock? Eric chuckled. He was either always at work or doing some work at home. He wasn't someone who watched a lot of movies or even any at all.

Could it be that Ema is Tuberose? A mix of emotions swirls within me—surprise, disbelief, and a hint of excitement. The pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place, and suddenly, everything makes sense. Ema, my wife's best friend, is the talented writer behind the captivating online persona known as Tuberose.