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he laughs. "Well, I saw it that night that we watched some stupid football game," he rolls his eyes, "I don't even know what compelled me to put it in my bag... I guess I was just curious. It's not a good explanation for stealing, but I hope you won't hate me as much as I thought you would in my head." "I don't hate you at all, weirdo. I feel the same. It was an old journal... from like Freshman year or something. The most harmful thing in it was like an entry about the Anti-New Worlders. But otherwise, I couldn't care less."

I asked as I looked around. Graves my Dad's Beta and Boris the Gamma were there along with Dolph, Nik, Theo and one of our trackers named Tom. "Tom just got back from following those girls today. He wants to tell us about it." Dolph replied and I furrowed my brow. "Why didn't he just link us?" I demanded and Tom sighed. "I can't. I've been trying for hours. I can't even shift right now" Tom answered and I looked at him in surprise.

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

Sage led the way, his steps confident as he approached the concierge desk, where a friendly attendant stood ready to assist. “Welcome to the King's Hotel,” the attendant greeted them with a warm smile. “How may I assist you today?” “We have a reservation under the name of Smith,” Sage replied, his voice tinged with excitement. The attendant's fingers danced across the keyboard, swiftly pulling up their reservation details. “Ah, yes, Mr. Smith. Welcome back,” he said, his tone tinged with familiarity. “We have your table ready for you, along with a few complimentary amenities to enhance your stay.”

Through the same emails Joan used as a medium to insult and say horrible things to Erica, they settled their differences and started having decent conversations over the years but they were never able to see each other since they lived in different states. Andrew made sure that Erica had nothing to do with Miriam Johnson, her mother. Erica was sitting in a coffee shop, she had a pipping hot cup of coffee sitting in front of her, she was busy writing on a book, she calls it "Hidden Diary" this was where she wrote down all her life experiences. She was writing to keep herself busy while she waited for her sister. Joan and Erica have been planning to meet for months but their busy schedule woul

he said and u snatched it from him. I read the content of the paper and was surprised. I had never seen this paper before. Josh moved closer and read the content too. This was written 8 years ago. 'From Dad: My dear Melody, if you are reading this, it is possible I am not alive again. I am really sorry. A lot is going on in the Trager family which you don't know about. But the answer to all the questions you might have is with my lawyer. Home and Office Address of the Lawyer: hsoendnaksidbdmak

My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.

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