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Clara had left a spell on the house, trapping Winnie, Kevin, and Ruby inside, incase the youngest Hart tried to leave, as the brunette banged on the nonexistent wall, "Please! Let me out!" By then, Winnie and Kevin were right behind her, watching with nothing but worry. Winnie was about to take a step forward when Ruby suddenly screamed out of rage and placed her hands on the nonexistent wall, pushing through and just like that. She fell out on the dirt and looked relieved, while the others on the other side looked confused. "What the hell is happening to me?!" Ruby dusted her clothes off, standing up as she stepped back and away from the presumed hideout.

Unintentionally, an amused grin found itself across my face. "Yes, sir?" I came to stand near him and another senior resident; clasping my hands behind me. He pointed to the screen before beginning his annoying routine. "Madam, I think we have encountered a newly discovered illness." I looked away from the stupid feigned serious look on his face to the TV screen where he had pointed. It read—sudden faihtness. I watched it for a moment, in vain attempts to bite down my smile—and very, very much glad for the mask at that moment, before turning back to him; whose face was a mixture of anticipation, curiosity and that irritating lopsided grin.

Three years after faking my death, Adrian Shaw and our son found me. I fought to get away from them. I cried. I struggled. I told them I'd rather die than go back. Then my seven-year-old son put his hand on my mother's ventilator. Adrian stood beside him, and his voice shook when he said it. "Mia, you pick. "Either your mother suffocates in that bed, or you're Mrs. Shaw again." I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up. But I didn't have a choice. I signed the papers and married him a second time. When I walked back into that house, I became the perfect wife and the perfect mother. Whenever my adopted sister Nina was upset and needed Adrian with her, I never called him — not

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

“You’re insane. This is insane.” But before I could say any other thing, the air in the room shifted. Zayn’s eyes darkened, the silver swirling like a storm. A low, resonant growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through the floor beneath me. It wasn’t human. I clutched the blanket tighter, my heart pounding so hard it drowned out all thought. “This... this can’t be real.” Zayn held my gaze, unwavering. “It is. And whether you want to believe it or not, your life changed the moment we met. You’re part of this now. You’re part of me.”

It was wonderful and beautiful. The room had only two brick walls while the other two were glass windows. Floor to ceiling. The room was covered in white. The floor was made up of wood and a soft black mattress was lying over it. A bed was near the left side wall, along with a nightstand and lastly, the right side glass window owned a white couch near it. “Can I go inside?” She looked at him secretly. “Yeah, it’s your room.” He shrugged casually. She went inside, her steps were timid because she knew he was staring at her, drilling holes in her back through his flames-like eyes.

He settled underneath the covers and tugged me towards him. I turned on the TV and scrolled through the movies till I settled on Work It, the dance movie featuring Liza Koshy and Sabrina Carpenter. I turned to Ayo and he nodded. I pressed play and turned off my lights from the switch beside me. I laid under the covers and Ayo immediately pulled me towards him and tangled our legs together. I sighed softly and watched the movie trying not to fall asleep with how completely relaxed I felt in Ayo's arms. ---------->>>>>>>

It's dark and I don't recognize it. Watching as he gets out and opens my door, I take his hand and we go inside. At first, from the outside, I think it's a greasy spoon out in the middle of nowhere. However, when we go in the doors, I see that it's a very tastefully decorated restaurant. Looking around, most of the people in here are men in suits and women in expensive dresses.

He just does not have the energy. "I said, let me go," Louis adjusts his position and looked at Hailey with his piercing purple eyes. Her audacity to tell him what to do is beyond imagination. He already knows that there is a drive-in in which people usually exert too much effort to survive but Hailey is just on another level. If this were survival of the fittest, she can be the winner.