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It’s to my own stupid brave self for not pretending I was fine this morning. My phone buzzes once more as if the world appreciates the gratitude and wants to make sure I heard it. Remy: PS—June asked if lemon bars counted as medicine. I told her the Council decreed yes. I snort out a laugh and type back with my eyes half-shut. Me: Then I’m taking my second dose. Doctor’s orders. Remy: Attagirl.

Besides, she had brought wet wipes along for the ride. He smiled, “So you don’t want the car charger I slipped into my jacket pocket before we left?” “For fuck sake Leo! Why have you been holding out on me? Plug it in. I’m at seven percent over here!” He laughed and dug the cord from his pocket. “That’s what I thought.” Amber plugged her watch in and sighed in happiness. She gave him a cheesy kiss. He licked his full lips afterwards. “Have I told you lately just how much I love you Mr. Clemonte?”

Amber inquired, prompting Liam to pause his typing. “You were on the final chapter last night, and I told you to sleep and read tomorrow,” he replied. “It must be another book, Liam.” “I have good memory power, but this book is still incomplete,” she said, ignoring Liam and reading her novel. “Do not you remember the female lead? What was her name? Amber asked Liam, “Hazel,” as he struggled to remember her name. “Yes,” Liam answered, adding, “She was fleeing the golden cage.” “How come Ethan will not let her?” Amber argued.

I reached over and squeezed Leila's hand. "Okay, enough chit chat," Amy said, getting down to business. She peered over her desk at Leila's stomach and raised an eyebrow. "I take it congratulations are in order?" Leila smiled, and then looked over at me. "Yes, someone here has super sperm." Amy laughed. "Oh? Is that what he told you?" she said, laughing as if it was the funniest thing that she'd ever heard. "Most vamps have 'super sperm', as he called it."

I tried to yell out to her, but could only watch in rapt fascination as she brought another ball of fire forth and combined the two, turning the orange fire into a blinding white ball of heat and light. Annalyse I sat in the Relic Room, reading the history of my father and his side of the family. The magic. How it came to be. Why the Lotus was so important. There was so much information and I couldn’t get enough. This was where I came from. Part of who I was and I wanted to know everything. Before I knew it, I felt myself dozing off. I had no idea how long I had been reading through the big book, but I could probably close my eyes for a couple of minutes and be alright.

Lexie shook the thought out of head, there was use in trying to deny it, Zheme was lying, he wanted to regain her trust just to break it again and she wouldn't let him. Her lids clung tighter together, the world of darkness taking her to a place where her Zheme existed, the one she missed. — — Lexie was shook out of unconsciousness, eyes opening to scan her environment. It was dark out and the taxi they recently attained was parked in front of an unusual place. She could hear the running of water, distant chatter and laughter, she could see railings, old boats and even ships and her eyes caught the sign that marked, 'East Bay Harbour.'

I'd heard her voice echo through his phone. "They're all different flavours. There's lemon, um lime or apple, orange." "Oh," Lena laughed breaking into hysterics. "One box of lemon please." She explained where we'd gone wrong when we got back but to this day she still called them lemon flavoured tampons. I stumbled back into my room armed with Lena's lotions. A waft of steam hit me in the face. Kayla was already in the shower. Naked in my shower. My mate. In my shower. Naked.

LEMON LEMON was an overlay network that managed the entry and exit node of the user such that it bypassed the known INTERNET satellite. Heavily funded by his own organization, LEMON or Local Encrypted Machine Overlay Network was used as a gateway to the underworld of anonymity. Six years ago, in an effort to fight against corruption, the earthlings led congress charged the best scientists of Annicet land to write a super algorithm. The plan was simple. The six database servers of criminal records, social media accounts and the heritage records were to be tallied with the caste-counter to generate a prediction. A probability of a person being corrupt. And that person became a marked man. Ever

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.