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"How about this, imagine someone strapped to this chair, unable to move. Me here sat on them, the knife against their throat, only I don't stop, I fucking pull and ruin their pretty neck. You don't have many weaknesses Mr Lewis, but Jessie sure is one and if that payment isn't in the account by tomorrow, guarantee she is dead." I watch as his eyes widen and his body goes stiff. He cares about her. I worked that out from the information we have on him. "Now, is this more like how my Daddy did it?" "No, you're fucking crazy! He would never threaten Jessie." "Good, because now you understand I am not a weak woman, I am not a woman scared to get her hands dirty or to kill someone who ignores my

Just a hint was enough for now. "What are you saying? It's all confusing." She batted her long lashes. Leaning forward, I kissed her forehead. "Just remember what I said?" Drawing myself back, I looked at her. Looking deep into my eyes, she nodded her head. It happened rarely when she looked in my eyes when confusion didn't leave her. She tried to read. I let her. Confusion still clouded her face. The chef walked into the hall with a trolley. I waited for her excitement which didn't come. She greeted me with her silence and confusion. I gestured at her plate. Without complaining, she grasped the fork and began to eat.

My answer. Sarreth laughed and nodded at me. "Why I am even asking? Tsh!" Sarreth pretended to growl at me before we decided to leave Sam and Sarreth's office. "So, when can I meet the mysterious goddess?" I suddenly asked again. Sarreth's natural brown wavy hair was dancing because of the air coming from the window. We moved to the kitchen. Sam said she wanted to see and feel the air outside every time she cooked, so Sarreth installed two large windows in the kitchen of their house.

The man was just trying to get some rest and just on cue a young lady who had come earlier to serve them before Emilia dozed off appeared in front of them “ Hello Mrs kings. Would you like anything." She asked. ' Mrs Kings. ' Emilia repeated in her head. She would have to get used to being addressed this way. “ Oh. Of course. Pasta will do. I'm starving.” Emilia replied with a sigh as the lady gave her a curt nod in response. " Of course, anything else?" The lady asked. " A bottle of champagne will be very much appreciated." Emilia added. She needed something to keep her busy and food seemed like a good option, not to mention that she was hungry. Almost ten hours without food, something she

Accompanying the actions of the Head Chef. “Do you see these big jars? Get those caps off everyone. Keep an eye on it and when the sky darkens, cover it again. Did you get it?" Beginning of the Chief Cook's order to the princess. The princess looked at the huge jars in front of her. It's so much and it's like she's overwhelmed. She was about to complain when the Head Cook left her. Princess Chandra's shoulder slumped as she began her work. There was nothing she could do, so she acted.

She still felt overwhelmed by the sheer size of the room and the palace in general. The room made her entire apartment back in San Francisco seem like a broom closet. As she was about to take a spoonful out of the meal, the spoon was flung out of her hands and when she looked up, she saw that it was Amani who had done it. "Just...why?" she asked. "You cannot eat this, Empress," Amani said with panicked eyes. "And why do you say so?" Naomi asked her. Delia chipped in, her mousy voice calm and cold. "How dare you throw away Her Majesty's meal?"

With hurried steps, Feli headed towards the source of the sound. “Yes, sir—" "What are you making in my kitchen?!" her employer asked with an angry face. "I-I made coffee for you, sir." "Then where's the coffee?" "That-What? Why is it like that?" screeched Feli when she saw the coffee water coming out of the pot. The coffee pot looked awful, with coffee water that had gone everywhere. Feli walked hurriedly to the kitchen table. Just as she was about to hold the pot carelessly, her hand was grabbed by her employer.

it answered so many questions, the beauty that just left was an Empress emperor Kaliel 's queen High empress Kasan Fascar. the rulers of the seven Empires of Audreit. Thier stories were used to scare children in Marsa, they inflicted fear on whichever city they conquered. it is rumored that when the emperor doesn't go to war ,the Empress Kasan does on his behalf. even in war her face would always be covered by a thin white veil , making her enemies unable to know who was delivering them to Thier death . a deathly woman with the ability to manipulate and turn cities against each other. her face was never revealed before so she didn't know how the cold Emperor's Empress looked like , whenever

Zee said that the chefs taking part in the competition were chefs from London and Russia. "These two chefs are very handsome and still young. If our husband saw them he would be humbled," She said and her assistant came in and said, "Mrs. Anderson, the two chefs have arrived, can they come in?" "Yes, please.* "Mrs Anderson?" I mocked her because her husband was more possessive than Louis. She rolled her pitch-black eyes as she said, "Yes, Jamie always tells me to introduce myself by his name. Whereas only he has the right to call me my name, he's crazy, isn't he?"

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”