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I'm a capybara. Yet, after taking a single nap, I wake up as the scion of the Kensington family, Drake Kensington. When I crawl back to the sprawling 32,300-square-foot villa, my entire family's scared stiff. Matthew Kensington, the Kensingtons' adopted son, points at me and screams, "There's a ghost!" Without even looking up, I deadpan, "Oh, yeah, I'm whatever you say I am." He passes out on the spot. Drake's biological father, Garrett Kensington, slams his fist down on the table and snarls, "Look at you! Do you look anything like the heir to the wealthiest family? Have you seriously forgotten how to walk?" I give his question some serious thought. Crawling does take less effort tha

Her eyes were filled with despair. “I don’t have to expose you.” Kiran’s next words were like a beacon of hope. “Thank you, Mr. Kiran. Thank you, Mr. Kiran!” Tina did not ask how, but she was already thanking him for giving her hope. “There are conditions!” Kiran continued. “What conditions?” Tina asked frantically. “At seven o’clock tonight, I want Fabian’s debauched lifestyle to be exposed at Neptune’s Cove Karaoke. If there’s a woman to testify against him, even better.”

Each table has only one large chair that will fit two people, and the distance between the seats is quite long. At the front end, there is a large screen that displays the most recent movies according to the schedule. When the movie begins, the lights will be turned off, but each table has lighting from a dim yellow light that surrounds the rectangular table and can be turned off at any time, allowing visitors to continue enjoying the food they ordered. The cinema cafe is well-known and frequently visited by young people, who usually arrive in pairs. Even now, there is only one empty seat behind them, which Antonio identified as Rafael's and Mrs. Valentine's reserved seat, indicating how cro

“Because this isn’t just a message. This is a reminder.” The camera zoomed in as Valeria picked up the scalpel. Back in the Pyrenees bunker, the screen flickered on its own, overriding their firewall. Liang jumped to kill the feed—but Bain raised a hand, eyes locked on the horror unfolding. Vulture gritted his teeth. “She’s broadcasting through a stolen military channel. We can’t stop it without drawing the FBI’s entire cyber wing.” Cassie, in another room, didn’t see it. But Elias, passing by with a glass of water, caught a glimpse and froze in the hall. His face went white.

The old Luna had raised me as her heir, grooming me to be his future Luna. And yet, it was Barry himself—Alpha of our pack—who cast me onto the altar of the peace treaty, gifting me to Bayport’s crippled wolf. Rumors spread through the pack overnight: “Emily must have been unworthy—why else would Barry throw away his fated mate and trade her as a hostage bride?” “Her new bond is with a crippled wolf. What a shame!” “They say the elder spoiled her, that she spends her nights in taverns—how disgraceful.”

I mean, she was only with Romeo, and even though Romeo could perfectly take care of her, I still believed I needed to be there to watch over things. "How do you feel?" she placed the back of her palm on my forehead. "I'm fine, a little bit more rest can do me a lot of good," I said. My mother nodded, agreeing with what I had said. "How did it happen? There are over ten people who died there and for the life of me, I can't fathom what had gone wrong." Even me. The cinema was one of the best in Ponteverde. It had modern facilities, equipment, and many other things that made anyone comfortable and want to return there.

“How did you get in here?” He didn't other with a reply; he pulled out a phone from his pocket and showed it to her. Camila shed tears as soon as Elena’s face came on the screen. Her hand covered her mouth as she saw the state she was in, the terror in her eyes as she begged for her father. When he turned off the video, she was sobbing hard. “I hear the weather at San Cristobal de las Casas, in Mexico, is excellent at this time of the year…”

The bass from the club floor below pulsed faintly through the walls, but Barry sat still in his office upstairs, the door shut tight, his desk covered in files. He’d been scanning through contracts, receipts, and shipment logs all morning, but his mind hadn't stayed on the paperwork for long. His laptop screen glowed in front of him, a paused CCTV clip from the mansion's garden displayed clearly. He pressed play again. And there it was... Lucy. Wearing a loose white blouse, hair fluttering in the breeze, smiling up at Dean like she had no care in the world.

The cabana is stunning, it’s on stilts with a massive wrap around balcony, floor to ceiling windows and right and I mean right on the water front. “It has its own private beach so we won’t be disturbed.” Liam snakes his arms around my waist and brings me close to him as I stand in the open plan lounge/kitchen/diner area. The floors are all stained dark oak, there are beams up top and oak pillars. It smells rustic and charming.

It seems as though they’ve been left in a whole new world all by themselves. “Here we are guys, welcome to the Lakewood Cabin,” Stacie announced, smile fading as she tried to detect an approving look on their faces in the moon lit night.