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No forcing this time, remember, Shepherd ? I reminded myself and then with a deep sigh scooped Amy in my arms tightly. After all, I didn’t know how much time I had left to keep Amy with me, because if not now, one day Tom Garner would surely return. And once he would be back, I wouldn’t stand any chance in Amy’s life. That man was her knight, her savior forever. SIGH **** “Hmm…” The movement around me made me awake, I opened my eyes slowly to see my angel remained beside me only when she opened her eyes, and I realized she has taken Death’s angel form now.

The last thing I wanted to do was scare the shit out of my Angel. Now, I raised my head, taking a deep breath to control my emotions. We finally pulled into the driveway, and Lorenzo stepped out and opened the back door. Gently, I wrapped Summer in the sheet covering her body and lifted her in my arms. Her face was cradled against my chest. I wondered if she could hear the hammering of my heart. I was so fucking angry, but there was another feeling I didn’t recognize that was stronger than anger. Betrayal. Sadness. Grief. Could you experience grief when someone wasn’t dead?

I am thinking about talking to the lawyers and see what they say about me meeting up with Lee, somewhere public and with Cameras around that, later on, can be found the footage for the court, I would be wearing recording material, and I would get Lee to admit that he is doing this because he wants revenge on me because I chose Michael over him. Obviously, he doesn’t know about Michael; otherwise the entire world would know by now. But I think it is a good idea, see if I can get him to confess that everything is a lie. “Hey, are you okay?” River approaches me, and she is massive. God, she’s probably having the baby soon. “Hello, congratulations”, I say, giving her a hug, and she smiles. “This

Her boot covered feet were very close to his laptop and any sudden movement would result in the fall of the laptop. "I go by the name Chiara and I'm here to see a patient of yours, Mr. Robert Brown." "I am sorry but I can't be of help, I do not have any patient with that name." Dr. Sawyer said. "He came here for a penis reconstruction and asked for utmost discretion." His fingers twitched and he looked away from her. "I do not know what you are talking about." He took his phone from his pocket and began to dial the hospital security.

"Hum, you're right too! But in Ellenor's place, there were times when the flower withered!" "Forget about the flowers and tell me something!"I asked. Edmud stopped flying and sat down beside me. "What do you want to hear?" "Something about angels loving humans!" "If that's what you want to hear, then you want to know the story of Angel Aiden and her lover Tiffany! Listen, this is a fascinating story, here I think I'm the only one who dares to tell you this because most Angels don't dare to say his name or delve into his story!" exclaimed Edmud confidently.

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

“P-Please…forgive me, my kind lady. This is my first, and I promise my last mistake. You cannot tell Luna, or our entire business will be doomed.” “I am sure it was a genuine mistake.” Angel hummed. “Now that your work here is done, Miss Angel, please excuse us.” “Sure!” She flounced out of the door and was upbeat in her steps as she closed the door behind her. “Unbelievable!” Amy murmured by my side, shooting daggers into the omega's back. The maid turned to me, colour draining her face. “What are we going to do now?” *** I rummaged through the rack of dresses, humming, staring intently at each piece of clothing. Nothing stood out. Then again, Angel personally picked them, so I should not b

Amy came down from the taxi in front of her street and ran into the house. When she rushed in, however, she saw Maria sitting in a chair, and Armstrong was sitting in another chair. They both got up and stared at her. Amy was already crying, and her eyes were very red. She also looked exhausted and had dark circles under her eyes. The moment Armstrong looked at her, he knew that she was going through a lot. She ran to Maria and hugged her. "I'm so sorry, Maria. I'm so sorry. Please, don't ever think of suicide again."

Ethan hurried after her and gently caught her arm from behind, but she shook his grip away, weak yet determined, and kept walking. “I was the one who planted the fake bomb in Monroe Holdings!” Amy’s voice rang out behind her. Lauren stopped mid-step and turned around. “I can’t wear stiletto heels anymore, not for now,” Amy continued. “One of them almost saw me during the mission. I got treated, but it still hurts so much.” She slipped off one heel, revealing a swollen, bruised foot. Lauren’s eyes stung with fresh tears. Suspicion burned in her chest, but so did guilt.

She yelled and all her subordinates fell out. "Y'all should wash your faces from that water..." She pointed to a bowl as the section was getting better. It was then...a little force got radiated into the chamber. Kara and others had done what they were asked but one person. Lady Marsh.. they had realized she was the only one left among the caretakers of the angel that didn't take the water yet. I only felt Mother's force as it dragged the water by magic and flung it against her...to tinge her at least but..lady Marsh..walked out on us...posing while every other thing transpired in slow motion.