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He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.

“If something goes wrong, if I have to choose…” “Let’s not think about that right now,” Dr. Chen interrupted gently. “You’re at eight weeks. Everything looks good. But I meant what I said before, termination would be extremely risky given your condition. Near-certain infertility, and possibly life-threatening complications.” Eight weeks? Dylan did the math in his head with crystal clarity. Eight weeks ago, was the night a broken woman had stumbled into his arms at a bar. One thing led to another and a condom had torn, only for him to wake up to an empty bed.

She turned to her left and saw Mrs Westwood and Alicia scowling really hard at the scene in front of them. " This is just the beginning of tonight bitches. More is on the way." Ashley said inwardly with her dirty smirk. (Author's Sad Note) I've been criticized for being an awful Author simply because I put my readers choices in my story. Calling me an awful Author. Asking me to pay you back your money spent on reading my book. Calling my book a trash.. Asking me to learn from famous Authors etc.... I'm okay with your criticisms. But you have to know there's a thin line between criticism and abuse. You are welcome to criticize me or my book. But please don't abuse me. I have to remove such co

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On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

"Couldn't agree more with him." "Yeah?" "Definitely." He spoke softly. "If the love is as true as it claims, why is there an ending to it?" "What about happy endings?" "Even happy endings will have their flaws, don't you think?" He looked down at me. I thought about it, "Sometimes, I get shocked by the amount of wisdom that flies out of your mouth." He laughed, "I'll take that as a compliment." "Okay…" I smiled and cleared my throat. "We should love, but not fall in love, because anything that falls gets broken."

God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them. My partner called me and started an online meeting. Excited, they told me the project ended perfectly on their side. The path had been hard. Fortunately, the end was perfect. It did not get in the way of us making money. I had to ask, though. I wanted to know what happened after I dropped out of the project. My partner thought I was just being curious. "Nothing much. Claude Group's representative got fired because he made a big blunder. Ms. Claude treated him like he was the most important thing to her. I thought they had a fling. Guess not."

He had done all this because Addison's father had helped him in the past. The approval of the research proposal was supposed to be announced today. "Oh, has the proposal been approved?" Henley asked, relieved, while subtly signaling for Addison to leave. Having never been dismissed in public, Addison looked wronged, tears brimming in her eyes. Nonetheless, Henley felt no sympathy. As she left, her resentment was palpable, though she could only discreetly glare at Joanna before walking away. Joanna was taken into a lab after that. It was quiet, as the lab was nearly empty with lunchtime approaching.

It meant that something great has influenced them so. Once I arrived at my Cohort, needless to say the others greeted me with some sense of satire and encouragement, a manner in which they all remarked on the stench of piss. I quickly washed myself with a bucket of water and cleaning herbs. After finally gearing up, Trosdig arrives and pats me on the shoulder and tells me I’ve earned my rest. Despite the fact that I basically spent some three hours sitting inside a hole, I would not count it as rest. So I took Trosdig’s orders and immediately headed to a supply tent and lie down beside some crates.

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.