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“You want to throw it away because of one misunderstanding.” “It’s not a misunderstanding,” I snapped. “Are you refusing to help me?” He hesitated. “I’m saying you should think this through.” I let out a short laugh. “You work for him, don’t you?” “That’s not relevant.” “It is to me. Goodbye, Callum.” I cut the call. I was alone. Completely alone. But instead of fear, I felt a deep determination. “I’m done being used,” I said firmly. I stayed at the restaurant that night, sleeping on the small couch in my back office. It was uncomfortable, but it was safe.

Follow, vote, comment and share... Lyka's P.O.V I didn't go to sleep the whole night as I just couldn't. The nightmares will return so I decided to go in the library. I have been seated for over five hours in the damn library with nothing to eat or drink as I read the old books and papers with a smell that makes me want to puke. My eyes have not dared to close on me as I read the thirtieth book. I have not found any useful information that can locate the blood moonstone and finish this once and for all.

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?

(Elisa’s POV) I loved how my life turned out. One minute, I was lying beside the road with a bullet wound from people I thought were my friends, and here I was living a life of crime and loving it. I looked at my watch, realizing how late I was to get to the restaurant, and said, “I have to go. I need to run the books for my bar and restaurant.” I turned to Lorenzo and asked, “Are you coming?” I asked since he had insisted on tagging along.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

Elsie wasn’t surprised, this was just Stephanie, in a situation like this, others would be trying to figure out who was behind their kidnapped and the person next move but Stephanie was here telling her she was hungry . Since there was no food in the house, Elsie took out her phone and ordered takeout. Shortly after, their food arrived and they both sat down to eat. After eating, Stephanie lay down and slept off in two seconds flat. . Watching her sleep Elsie shook her head , Stephanie really had a hard time last night and didn’t sleep well. With this thought , a smile appeared on her face and she decided not to disturb her. Instead, she picked up her phone and began to play with it

And for a brief moment, Noah saw something there. Fear. Real fear. The kind Liam spent his entire life hiding. Then it vanished. And so did Liam. Leaving Noah alone beneath the dark sky. Alone with his secret. Alone with his guilt. And completely unaware that this would be the last normal night of their lives. The next morning, Emma arrived at the airport with tears already gathering in her eyes. She had no idea what happened between Liam and Noah. She had no idea that a promise had been made. Or that a friendship had nearly ended.

"Good night, mi vida." "Good night." I stand on tiptoes to give him a hug and another kiss on the cheek, then go upstairs. I'm tired too, relaxed from the day at the spa and full of sake and sushi. I get ready for bed, washing my face and slipping into my favorite pajamas before getting into bed and reaching for a book. I read for about an hour before I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I switch off the light and am almost asleep when I hear a sudden noise downstairs, something like a cry of pain, followed by a heavy thud.

America and I continued asking around to the locals if they know something mysterious about the cliff on the island, but no one really had any idea. That same night, I let America rest in her hotel since she needed some time to draw on her sketchpad. I was in my room, watching some videos online about surfing until a knock came by the door. It was already two in the morning and I wonder who it could be. It’s probably Neal, he always knocks my room when he is too scared to go to the kitchen alone and wants some company. I walked to the door and swing it open, but it was not Neal. “Georgie.” I say surprisingly.

"I shall excuse myself, do enjoy your meal." Natalia went to her room, feeling drained before she could take a shower a tiny note on her bedside table caught her attention. Dear Natalia, Don't be sad, I heard the Americans aren't that bad. -R Natalia felt an emotion she didn't feel in a long time. She was scared. - End Of Chapter 15: Fallen & American -