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My confidence is fading until Zarah says, “Madison, you are a queen. Tonight, I want you to forget Gustaf and Victor and just hold your head high and strut your stuff like you own the place. You’re worth it.” I can’t help but laugh. “Did you just quote the L’Oréal Paris slogan?” Her eyes crinkle by the corners. “Maybe...did it help?” “It did.” She winks at me. “Then don’t complain.” I giggle. Zarah is amazing. We arrive at the club, and the bouncer lets us in without a second glance. The music is loud, and the lights are flashing. The club is packed with people, and I can feel the energy in the air.

"And yes, of course. There is everything that you are going to need, so let's get this done." "Wait, what are you doing?" I ask right after when I hear the sound of a music, booming into the corridor. The sound follows me to the kitchen. "Oh, I am playing us a song: Oh my Gawd by Mr Eazi, Nicki Minaj, Major Lazer, and K4mo." She is grinning hard. "Oh, fuck. Anastasia did not teach you well. I wonder what the kids now know." I speak whisperingly. However, Kira heard me and she chuckles.

…Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin’…It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin’…They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me…If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?…I guess they can't, I guess they won’t…I guess they frontin', that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the ones we hurt are you and me?…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the

~*~ "..You said you could save me I'm doing the saving Went to sleep with superhero And woke up with villain Killing, killing my love Oh what happened? Don't know what happened You got me fighting Like wonder woman I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero Oh, oh, oh I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights

pls don't kill me Shhhh why will I kill you,you are my pet Pls sir am sick let me be You are mine,you belong to me, understood Yes Yes what Yes master Good girl

You've been killing me softly And finally, the pain is too much Oh And I'm all out of whiskey To soak up the damage you've done Oh It's there is anything I'm guilty or of It's loving you too much If anybody asked how we died Call it suicide Don't fabricate Just tell them, baby It was suicide Don't sugarcoat it, just let them know..... Ahhhh, Call it suicide Oh... Don't fabricate (No don't fabricate it) Just tell them, baby It was suicide (It was...) Don't sugarcoat it, just let them know Ohhh...baby Just let them know Ohhh, just...heyy, hey

It looks like I won't be able to see Khai before his game starts. — /Oh, oh, 2012, oh yeah It's alright, oh, it's alright You know what they say? Life ain't always easy And every day, we're survivors So forget the day, it's all about tonight Act a fool and start a riot, a riot be a rebel Bottles poppin' 'til we can't stand We keep it rockin' till 6 a.m. New York to London, over to Japan Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up

"Take everything until there is nothing left of his name on my skin." A dark, savage grin cut across Killian’s face. He did not waste another second. He stripped his shirt off in a single, violent motion, revealing the heavily muscled, scarred expanse of his chest. He pinned her flat against the velvet pillows, his large hand reaching down to brutally tear the remainder of her black lace underwear away, discarding it into the shadows.

"If your ultimate plan is to kill me, then you better just do it quickly and get it over with. You should know you are definitely not the only monster out there who wants me dead, and if you keep wasting time playing these twisted mind games, you might not get this opportunity ever again." A loud, melodic laugh escaped her lips, her eyes crinkling at the corners as if I had just told the most amusing joke in the world. "Oh, you are so incredibly funny, my dear," she chuckled, resting her chin on her hand. "You can call me Elda, by the way."

The kind that comes out when your body doesn't know whether to cry or run, so it picks the worst possible option instead. The sound cut through the silence like a knife. Elena slapped her hand over her mouth immediately, but it was too late. The laugh was already out there, already floating through the Plaza Hotel ballroom, already landing on the ears of three hundred of New York's most powerful people. And on Alexander Knight himself. He stood completely still, champagne soaking through his white dress shirt, spreading dark and wet across his custom tuxedo jacket. His grey eyes, sharp as cut glass, moved from the stain on his chest to the woman kneeling on the floor in front of him.