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I paused for a moment, remembering where I had seen this code. "DEATH!" I quickly looked at Evan, ah, I even forgot that I was with the IT guy in our company. I nodded at him "I forgot you were with us!" "That's pretty easy code, so?" Evan exclaimed bragging. "We can't go down this path can we?" I called out to them and everyone was of the same mind as me.

I am working very hard to create a good plot with strong ML and FL. Thank you for your encouragement. Miss M

What kind of mess I am in now? ***************

Boston explained. “And you? You hadn't even gotten out of bed when I came to your room. How did you get here so soon?” Tristan asked Kristina. Kristina shrugged, “You can call me Flash. I get things done in a snap. What's got your knickers in a twist, Tristan? Couldn't seal the deal with Morgan last night?”

"Because this is my gift for you. I have to use my money to show my sincerity." ***

I feel a flutter in response. Ready.

Rod said reading the pages from behind me. “But they can’t be” I cried. I’d spent my whole life believe my parents were good people. “What else could all this be?” He asked. “I’m not sure but there has to be an explanation” I said. My parents couldn’t do something like this…. Could they? I guess Rod was right everyone has their secrets. He must have sensed I was thinking of him and he touches my back to comfort me. A picture flashes in my mind- a flashback ; I am standing next to a different version of Rod.

Her fingers felt like popsicle sticks. She swung her legs over with help from her arms until her bare feet touched the cold floor. That's when she saw her expanded stomach. It wasn't huge, but it definitely wasn't as slim as usual. Her memory felt fuzzy, but she remembered it was Jack's. Maybe that was why she was here. They were experimenting on her. She flicked a purple flame into her palm and smiled weakly. Something about purple fire triggered some more memories. A lot of them were of Jimmy, of all people. She shook her head. She didn't have time for this. Someone would find her and knock her out again if she didn't get out of here.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

And as the Flashblubs exploded around us freezing the moment in the fake joy, I leaned in just slightly, my lips curling at the edge. "I'm going to destroy you, Damien Alaric." His eyes flickered for just a second. He heard me. Good.