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The giant blue rose rushed forward on Vale's command swinging the club down on the behemoth. "Hah!" Vale struck a triumphant pose, her eyes closed, hands placed on her hips. "Wow that's impressive." Elise mused aloud. "Hoo hoo hoo. Praise me some more!" Vale beamed ear to ear with pride. "And a problem.." "That's right a problem-...Wait what?" She opened her eyes to find the monster of a man had holding back Happy Flower's club despite the spikes sticking through his hand and arm he stood unfazed. His expression didn't even seem to register pain in the least.

He grabbed a knife, carefully slicing a large piece as I replied, "Garden Grounds." "Oh they're already booked, there's a Tinder thing happening there, " "Dang it!" I yelled, stopping the call before shifting through the other contact, maybe Elisa- "Don't try The Sparks, they're booked too," Chris called out, licking his fingers off, "I love chocolate, " he groaned, like I suddenly cared. "Damn it, where else?" I asked to no one in particular. I could feel the stress lines forming. Dad was going to kill me! Yep, I could see the headlines tomorrow, "Superstar Justin Star Ryder, rightfully murdered by Billionaire Robin Ryder for messing up his Launch party."

How about you don’t come 3 feet the project so that you don’t ruin the whole thing? Lena: Happily ;) Aarish: How about I come over to your place Harvey? Harvey: Naah dude, my little sister is gonna ruin the whole thing, she’s 5 and it’s gonna be so loud here, Wait I’m coming over to your place. See you in 10. Aarish: Wait! No. Don’t come here. Harvey: I’m already on my way ttyl Lena: Now that I am thinking about it, how come you’ve never invited us to your place?

It's funny, how people can change. Vanessa looked at Kaylee in disgust. Her eyes flickered when she saw Kavinsky, Anna, Harry, an adult, and a young girl approaching them. She looked at Kaylee again. Kaylee did not even take a glance at her for once. 'How rude!', Vanessa thought in annoyance and stomped her feet as she walked away before Kavinsky would meet her there. * * *

" oh? Won't you tell me why you spent an hour in the Shower, or are you... " " I think I have developed a crush on someone. " I suddenly said interrupting my cousin, Sia. " What! " She exclaimed Suprised. " When? , How and on Whom? " She asked. " Calm down Sister Sia, I only told you that I have a crush on Someone and not that I am getting married, alright? " I said. " I know but it's still a Surprising thing for you to admit that you've got a crush on someone, it doesn't happen every day, Kay? "

Then voices rise ahead of us. Sharp. Angry. We slowed down without meaning to. A small crowd has formed near the walkway, students pretending not to stare while staring anyway. In the center of it all is Isabella. She doesn’t look frantic. She looks calm. Controlled. Like she already knows how this ends. The girl in front of her looks smaller somehow. Her hands are shaking. She keeps saying something I can’t hear. Isabella slaps her. The sound cracks through the air. “How dare you?” Isabella says coldly. “How dare you flirt with my boyfriend?”

Didn’t dress too trashy and she had these bright blue eyes that well, you guys know how I am with blue eyes. But anyway, are you guys still coming through next week? _____________________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: The.Chris.Matthew@Ravenwood.com Hey Chief Firstly, congrats on the score. Secondly, you’re an idiot. Human girl. Like why? You deserve the puke. Yeah, we coming through on Sunday. You can show us what was so appealing about these “blue eyed” beauties. Can get Mason some? Chris _________________________________________________________________________ Hailstorm’s POV

After all, it started out as a small flap, then a thud, till it became a thump, then a roar till it got to the extent where I couldn't ignore it no more like I was doing before. It was love, budding like a little flower. Fragile at first, it grew and got stronger till it could finally withstand the harsh breeze without uprooting and falling off. It sure is more than surreal this time, it's deeper and amazing than that. This time, it's euphoria. Like a drug I got addicted to. He's Silas, my drug.

I left a message on the group that says I'm leaving for HO. Driving the Audi on a clear road while playing my favourite playlist was the best feeling ever. For a while, I forgot all those problems and was enjoying the ride with a light heart. Suddenly, I spot a black Volvo following me. Next moment that car was right in front of me blocking the road. It was a matter of seconds. I hold on to the brake and was able to stop just before getting crashed.

I frowned as I punched in the date—a day I'd tried my best to forget. I quickly scrolled through his messages and checked the pack forums. Nothing about an accident or crisis involving the Stormhowl Pack. Nothing about Florian. My pulse slowly returned to normal as I stumbled upon a livestream from the Stormhowl Pack's healing herbs subsidiary. Today's big news: a groundbreaking research breakthrough in venison preservation techniques. And there, standing at the podium in casual hunting clothes, was Florian. He looked completely fine, answering reporters' questions with that relaxed yet unapproachable air he wore like a second skin.