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As soon as my head hits the mattress, I find myself being pulled into another dreamless slumber. Dear Gentle Readers, if you are interested in reading Clarabelle Summers’ story, stay tuned to this author’s profile here in GoodNovel and subscribe to "Fuck You And All Of Your Bullshits". You can also check out Clarabelle's brothers’ stories (she has 8 brothers) in "Taming The Wild CEO" (Javier Summers), "Accidentally in Bed With The Wrong Brother" (Draven Summers), and "Tempted By The Devil" (Reed Summers). Or Clarabelle’s niece, Autumn Summers, in "The Bad Nerd Boy". Thanks a million and please do take health precautions and stay safe!

“Because the patient rescuer angle died.” Freeda sipped her coffee, bitter against the morning. “Then let this one die too.” Winnie glanced at her sharply. “That’s all?” “Yes,” Freeda said firmly. Kris blinked. “No response?” Freeda shook her head. “If I fight every version, I spend my whole life inside his rewrites. I cannot let his framing become the only story. Not today. Not ever.” Scott lifted his eyes to hers, deliberate, quiet, unwavering. “That’s right.”

Hi, guys... I am so happy and sad at the same time. Today officially Parshawna Macduff is signing off. I will miss writing this story. This had a lot of character development through the story plot. I hope I have made each one justify. Please note that this book is still not edited. Comment below whom have you loved the most through the story and why... I would love to hear you. So for the last epilogue, I wanted to say I kept it simple and introduced a few new characters. There is a possibility that there will be a sequel to this book in the coming future, the book will be completely focused on the new generation.

Freeda was a bit surprised. "And am I part of the story of this book?" Freeda asked as she looked at each page. "Yes, because you'll be the one to finish the book," Klyde replied. Freeda stopped to notice that the last page of the book was missing. “You’re the one who can change everything, you’re the key for them to get justice,” Klyde said. Freeda sighed. "I don't understand what you're talking about, what can I do to help them? I can't change everything. I'm just a former undercover," Freeda said and closed the book. She should have returned it to Klyde but she was surprised when he suddenly disappeared from her side. "Where is he?" she was startled and looked for him inside but she could

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant.

I did love Freya as a friend and as my future Luna, but both she and Cameron were always trying to baby me just because I haven’t found my mate yet and it was seriously starting to bother me nowadays. “Ugh! Don’t ask!” Frey rolled her eyes in frustration. “My book and my blog are like polar opposites! On one hand, I’m writing about this sweet college girl who ends up mated to a narcissistic Alpha and on the other, I’m writing about women’s safety tip while travelling alone in the countryside.” “Wow…busy girl.” I mused, taking slow sips of my coffee in between mouthful of bacon sandwiches. “Are you okay, Alex?” Freya finally asked the dreaded question.

Micah didn’t say much, but every so often, Amelia would catch him nodding at something she said — subtle, like he was giving silent approval. When she mentioned she liked reading thrillers, Micah surprised her by saying softly, “I didn’t think anyone here actually read Freda McFadden.” She smiled, a little caught off guard. “You do?” He shrugged, smirking. “I’ve read The Housemaid. Pretty sure I just wanted to see what everyone was obsessed with.” The comment earned him a laugh from the group, but Amelia noticed the faint pink rising in his ears. She didn’t think much of it — not yet.

“Do you know who else who nominated in that category?” Alicia shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “You don't expect me to know, do you?” Answering a question with another… one of the things the people around her might need to get used to in less than no time. “Elysia.” Emily muttered amidst shuddering breaths. “And not just Elysia,” she clarified, giggling softly as she tried to hide the pain that was perfectly inscribed on her forehead. “Other authors that have a chance of beating her, such as Freya Rolland, John Mickelson, and other big names.”

She walks over reaching out for the books and unexpectedly, every book on the shelf was not only from her favorite authors but limited editions of books she had been hunting down for years to no avail. Feeling the books under the softness of her palm, only one question haunted her…one she did not have the answer to. “Who is Frederick Camfrey?”

So of course, I did what most abandoned or orphaned children did, and made up my own story. I had been just about everyone over the years, I had been Charlotte, the betas daughter travelling to see the world. Bethany the abused daughter of an unforgiving man, looking for shelter and compassion. Martha, the baker’s daughter. Judy, the traveller’s wife. Michelle, the starving artist. Opal, the musician. Tracey the writer. Louise the ‘dancer’ and Grace the stylist. But in fact, I was Freya, the abandoned rogue. It didn’t have quite the same air of adventure, did it? then I guess that reality never does.