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Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

He poured a drink he did not want and stood at the window. Spring Street. That new place. She was with a man. He thought about Nicolas Crane the way you think about something you have told yourself not to think about, which is to say completely and in detail. He had looked him up. Once, two months ago, on a Sunday when he had no excuse for what he was doing. Crane and Aldous Creative. Good firm. Growing fast. Nicolas Crane, thirty one, brown-skinned, broad-shouldered, the kind of open face that made people trust him immediately.

"Like you and Vlad the Impaler, there is fun to be around when y'all are making heart-shaped eyes and kissy-face all day." "Vlad the impaler," Levi laughed, "I like it," he called out. "I forgot the snarky son of a devil can hear us," Elias said. Creed walked up the driveway dressed almost the same as Elias. His eyes had dark circles under them and he looked like he was ready to pass out at any minute. "Where's Liam and Jordan?" I asked, looking down the driveway. Creed breathed out, pulling his tie out from around his neck and sitting next to me. "Held up with a client."

the secretary stammered as he hurried behind him, a slight tremble in his voice. Mr. Creed waved a "no, no" sign as he made his way to the door. Just as they rushed towards it, the door swung open with a quiet, deliberate creak, revealing Max Ethan Anderson. He stepped inside with a commanding presence, his face expressionless yet radiating authority. His sharp gaze scanned the room, taking in each person who had been waiting for him.

Travis is working as an intern in his dad's company, lucky him and once Zada graduates this year with her degree in Business & Economics, she’ll also have a spot in the company, lucky her but either way, I’m proud of both of them and the growth they’ve both experienced since Azani’s birth. “Star of the show, good morning,” Max greeted as I entered the studio and I smiled rolling my eyes. “Hey Max, how are you?” I gave him a side hug, Max was one of the first friends I made since coming to this university, and I’ve had mad respect for him since I saw his pen art, I marvelled at the amount of patience he had with shading and detailing, in my opinion, he should have been the main artist, his wo

Crept slowly moved towards them to seeing this everybody backed off like he was some kind of monster. "Let's go, Jake" Creed picked up his blazer and unfolded his sleeves from the couch, and left the room quickly. Creed didn't mind earning quick cash while teaching some rich snobs a lesson. They bid their farewell to Susan, and then they both left the party as quietly as possible. Creed had earned a total of $260000. "Sorry for hitting your cousins. I made a decent mess today!" "Hahaha, are you kidding me?" Jake started laughing abruptly. "This was the most fun thing we did the entire night. I should invite you to all the party from now on..."

She was a skeptic at heart, but the paycheck was too good to pass up. The man leading the investigation was Elias Crowe, legendary ghost hunter, ex-military, and built like a weapon. Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing dark eyes, a scruffy jaw, and a deep voice that commanded attention. His black tactical gear hugged every muscle as he moved through the decaying halls with quiet confidence, EVP recorder in one hand and flashlight in the other. “Stay close, Riley,” he murmured as they entered the grand ballroom, dust swirling in their flashlight beams. “This place doesn’t play nice after midnight.”

He opened a new one. Jace: what's your price for attention, Mr. Crane? Because I'm ready to sell mine. And before he could think twice, he hit send

After all, she was not as good as Fang Sha. "Let me put it on right away." Cheng Yan walked to the screen and changed into it. Feeling so happy for he knew she had spent too much time making it. It wasn't perfect but it looked really lovely. For him, he considered it more than perfect. He looked at the mirror fixing his hair before coming out to let her see. "Woow You look really good. I never thought I could make something this nice. I think I should open a shop in the market."

My hands were shaking. I pulled out my phone and stared at the pictures again. Zoomed in. His face was clearer under the neon lights. Sharp features. Confident posture. The way he leaned into Odell like he had a right to him. Fine. Let’s see who you are. I opened my laptop. Transferred the pictures. Then did what everyone does when curiosity turns dangerous. I searched. It didn’t take long. Name: Ethan. Newly appointed lecturer. Department: Same university. I froze.