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did he just shoot Ivan ? Ivan immediately fell so I immediately caught him but he still fell to the floor. "IVAN !!!" My tears never stopped dripping and I just kept patting Ivan’s face. He was still breathing but his heart was beating slowly. "How can I be so l-lost? How Can I s-so be lonely? When I have a b-beautiful f-family When I have a beautiful soul. H-how could I be so unhappy when I'm s- surrounded by so much beauty? There is indeed so much to say. T-there is indeed chaos in life Stress certainly does not l-leave your side. There is c-chaos in things you do But there is night only for you When you can just lay and r-relax Calm down and take a deep breath. As you s-start with another

I don't want to leave you hanging so I will explain how I planned on ending this book as well as those on Good Novel The Beautiful Silence, My Famous Mate, and The Werewolf Kings Mistress. His Young Luna- So with this story we were actually close to the end anyways. Sampson and Odessa were going to finally mark each other. During her Luna ceremony Edward and Angela were going to attack with their new pack. Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after.

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- Me -Ok, well just wanted to make sure and say good night - mafia goddess(Byanca) -Good-night mia dea - Me I smile at my phone and lay it on the table next to my bed. I lay there for a while thinking about her. I eventually fall asleep to a pair of gorgeous dark green eyes running through my mind.

So until next time, dear readers, this is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller, The Diwata saying, good night and hope to see you again soon. Fare thee well...

"Goodnight, Byron." Before he could say anything, I turned around and walked up the stairs to the room. I quickly changed into pajamas and crawled into bed. Within seconds my pillow was wet, and I realized I was crying. "Why are you so upset?" Cressa whispered in my head. "You aren't a human, so most of that stuff doesn't matter." "Nikko doesn't know that though, and I feel like he is embarrassed to have me as a mate. He doesn't want me to live with him, he doesn't want me to be Luna, he sends someone else to be here with me…"

And in my chest, my heart was beating so loud, I almost didn’t hear the faint buzz of my clutch on the bed. A new message.From an unknown number. (Unknown): Cara Mia, I see you chose the ogre tonight. Don’t worry. We’ll talk soon

Matt said while raising his arms in show of his surrender. But this time the warrior who was in blue knickers the other night pushed him back. "She doesn't need your apology. What good will it do to her, ha? Will it wipe off the creeps you gave her? Just go away." Violet nodded her head in silent agreement. He was right. The apology wasn't going to change anything. She still saw this warrior in her nightmares, trying to push her legs apart so he could shove his finger inside her. The image made her explode in loud sobs.

Just before I could finish undressing myself, a sudden loud bang on my door made me jolt away from the bed. Before I could reach for the door to see who was banging it so loud, the door suddenly flug open and three girls barged into my room. They stared around my room rudely and glanced back at me disgustedly. I've never seen the girls before, I don't even know who they are. Why are they here and why are they all acting rude? “I can't believe Bishop now employs lowlife ladies into Wet Nights,” One of the girls with a lollipop in her mouth suddenly blurted.

My knees finally give and I collapse onto the bed, exhaling a chunk of air I didn’t even realize I was holding. My eyes drop to the phone curled in my hand—the one thing I’d been dying to check since she mentioned the letter A. Sarah’s wink-wink message stares up at me. But I don’t stare at it. I click on the one that matters. GOODNIGHT MS. BENNETT. WE’LL DISCUSS PIKE TOMORROW —A.W. Goodnight? Goodnight? That’s all? After everything—after he ruined my night? Is this his version of an apology?