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she glared. “But I can stop you! Emily Truman, you will not tell anyone of what you know about Shay Montgomery. In fact, you are going to forget that you saw her within the past two years. You will forget ever talking to her or about her in the past two years. Are we clear?” Simiyan asked, looking directly into Emily’s eyes. Emily looked hypnotized. “I understand,” Emily replied. “Great! It was so lovely to meet you, but Hugh and I have to go now! We have a cake tasting appointment,” Simiyan announced.

A long silver blade sticking out the back of her head with flames pouring out of it 'The artifact!' Cinnabar howled in approval. Excitement filled us as we wondered if it was Eloise who had managed to escape and take down the witch somehow. Deathly pale skin and white locks greeted us as Simon emerged from the shadows looking around on high alert. He was in a tattered pair of jeans and a shirt that was soaked in blood, along with his arms.

“Shame really. She’s quite the pretty little thing. Perhaps...I’ll have a taste of her before Lilith rips her heart out.” I let out a beastial roar and push out all my hell power at the shield. The f*****g thing doesn’t even tremble. This shield was created by more than just the power of Tanis and Lilith...but that won’t stop me. I’ll f*****g hammer this bloody thing over and over with everything I have until it breaks and I can get to Anna. “Come now, Tanis.” Lilith says as she puts her arm through Tanis’. “Let’s leave Lucifer to his fit. We have much more entertaining things to attend to.” The b***h smirks at me. “Goodbye, lover.”

"Mr. Simmons is quite a bold guy. He instigated Nigel and Julian to drink. Then, he joined hands with Jeremy to push Melissa into the swimming pool." Kieran remained silent. Nervous, Jasper stammered, "Mr. Kingsley, it's not me. Valerie made a mistake." Valerie smiled mysteriously. "Did I say something wrong? Where's Jeremy Shaw? Ask him to testify for you. Don't be shy about admitting the 'good deeds' you've done. Thanks to you, Julian and Melissa got to soak in the ice pool to cool down. We need to thank you!" Kieran glanced at the young man before him. "The Simmonses and the Shaws? Who are they?"

I don’t know why, but wearing it tonight felt right, like I wanted her with me somehow. “Emma!” Julie’s voice rang through the hall before I could close my locker. She was walking toward me with Mia and James on either side — all three of them still in their cheer and sports gear, laughing about something. Julie’s ponytail bounced perfectly, not a strand out of place. “You look nice,” she said with a bright smile. “Going somewhere?” “Yeah, just to the bonfire,” I said, trying not to sound too nervous. “Oh, right,” she said, her tone light but something in her eyes flickered for a second. “Connor’s group is going, right? Chelsea too?”

“Why should I hide from Jordan? How could he be able to help if I can’t be able to tell anything to him?” “He will find a way!” The bodyguard argued. “In the event that you are ready to show yourself, look for Anita Sterling! She is one of my most trusted friend. She has everything that you need! Hide, Ms. Rachel!” “In the event that you get to see my family again,” Simon continued with remorse finally in his voice. “Tell them that I love them. And I’m sorry for what I had done.” There was then a loud gunshot heard in the air and the car screeching and running carelessly as the signal of the phone came back, signifying that it’s out of the tunnel.

"Let it go? How can I? Your health hasn't been great ever since the accident. If it weren't for the blast shield, the explosion could've cost you your life. I won't let him off that easily!" Jeremy hugged her tightly, looking moved. The two of them looked like lovers who had survived a trying ordeal together.

The fucker was still grinning broadly like an arsehole, and Jemma was looking him up and down, which didn’t sit well with me. “And who gave you the right to make such demands here, sir? This isn’t an underground fight club or a place where you should state your desires.” Jemma said and stood in front of me, blocking my way even though she was shorter and smaller than me, so that move was pointless. “I’m not demanding shit, I’m just saying that we should make things better. We should give this audience something fun.” The asshole said, looking at Jemma, then looked at me. The man knew me and knew this woman belongs to Killian Shane. He came here for me, not her.

She tossed the towel into the bin and walked out her heels clicking sharply against the tiles. Behind her, the couple stood frozen, unsure whether to be relieved or terrified. Jemima didn’t look back. Her smirk deepened as she walked down the corridor. Just as she walked, she bumped into someone. "Are you blind?" She yelled glaring at the guy she bumped into. Aaron smirked, it's his target, Jemima Wilson.

Mr Simmons smiled and shook Kate's hand. "It's a pleasure meeting you." "I'll go look for my teammates." Jenna excused herself and left with Kate. More people were attending and the media houses were all over the place. "Of course, carry on," Mr Simmons said after her. Jenna made Kate comfortable around a round table. “You shouldn't roam a lot, your wound is still not healed," she said sternly. Since she couldn't discourage Kate from wearing four inches high heels, she had to take care of her.