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“Okay. But let’s keep it intimate. Just us, and anyone who chooses to listen.” She giggled, her fingers flying across the screen. “Alright, going live… three, two, one!” The red ‘LIVE’ icon appeared on the screen. Comments started trickling in immediately, little hearts and waving hands emojis. “Hey everyone!” Gayle chirped, waving at the phone. “We’re here in my garden. It’s absolutely beautiful tonight. And Gabe has a special treat for you all. He’s written a new song, and he wants to share it.” She turned the phone towards me, her eyes twinkling with encouragement.

Her head swam from the sudden assault of light after the oppressive darkness. And then she saw her. Lila. The little girl from the photograph. Lila, tied to a rickety wooden chair, her tiny hands bound, a crude gag silencing her cries. Her beautiful, innocent face was streaked with dirt and fresh tears, her small body shaking with silent, heart-wrenching sobs that Sarah could almost feel resonating in her own chest. Her wide, terrified eyes met Sarah’s, filled with a primal, gut-wrenching fear that mirrored her own.

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic

I'm an avid outdoorsman, while my wife, Gabrielle Jensen, is a homebody through and through. Every time I invite her to outdoor activities like hiking, running, and swimming, she turns me down. "I hate exercising," she says. Later, someone starts an online trend of showing how lazy their girlfriend can be. I film Gabrielle being a couch potato and post it to join the trend. Everyone comments saying how she's a true lazy introvert. Then, one comment catches my eye and freezes me in place. "Isn't that the old pool queen Gabrielle Jensen? She and Caleb Fisher made quite the swimming duo back then. Their relay team brought home more than a few trophies for our school. "They were the golden

"She said she wanted me to try her new recipe. Honestly, I think she treats me like her daughter already." Lily's jaw dropped slightly before she grinned mischievously. "Wow, look at you, Miss Future Luna." "Oh, stop," I said, laughing. But she wasn't letting it go. "No, seriously, Sarah you're glowing today. You've been smiling non-stop since morning. What's going on with you? You seem happier than usual." I exhaled softly, glancing down at the box in my hands. "I don't know. I guess... I'm just really happy that Gabriel's family treats me like I belong. They're warm, kind, and I don't feel like an outsider when I'm with them."

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Sarah gave Scarlett’s hand a final squeeze before sitting back beside Gavin. “You two will do just fine.” *** Scarlett’s POV. I couldn’t stop smiling, even with tear stains on my cheeks. Sarah’s kindness caught me off guard. It wasn’t forced or rehearsed. It was the kind of care that felt real—like something I hadn’t had since my mother. “Thank you,” I repeated for what could be the hundredth time, meaning it. “You’ve both made me feel… like I have a family again.”

Just don't do it for too long or I will get sad for real. - "So, what do you think?" Red asked after the song ended. Their class has ended and they're now at the music room. The song's not yet finished, in fact it's only a minute long but Hayan could feel the sadness of the song. He could feel his chest tightening. He didn't know it was possible to feel that emotion through a song. "It's really... Good." He said sincerely. Red's mouth curved into a smile. "You're really good, Red. But..."

I reply instantly to cover my smart-ass mouth. "Great idea! I would absolutely love to do that." Brittany puts her fingers in her hair. Her blonde locks fall everywhere. I'm tired of her and her damn perfection. I'm only friends with her because no other girl likes me enough. "Do you remember Stephanie Burnham? Well, she's back from living in Canada. Her dad got his old job back, and she's here to stay."

He leaned back on the couch, getting comfortable. I groaned softly, shutting my eyes. "I'm passing time." "Did you come here for Dex?" I finally lifted my head-which felt incredibly heavy, and turned to look at him. My eyes narrowed. "Why are you asking so many questions? What are you-a narc?" This close to him, Tyler really was a beautiful human. Tanned skin, oh so muscular, gorgeous eyes. I could drool. Tyler scoffed. "Definitely not. You're the new, mysterious girl in town who everyone is curious about. Now we know you worked with Dex. That's not something you hear everyday."

However, all she got for her troubles was a mechanical female voice, saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable." Her face turned even paler, and an unprecedented feeling of panic flashed across her eyes. So, she tapped on my profile picture and sent message after message. "Jack, where are you? Answer the phone. I need to see you now. Call me immediately!' If you call me now, I'll forgive you. I admit I was just saying things out of anger. I just want you to come home." "I don't want Mom's belongings anymore. I don't care if you sold it. I just want you to come home. So, call me now!"