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The two girls fished out a towel in Eric’s bag, and they wiped their body dry before they put on another set of clean clothes. “No. we did not think of it that way,” Elise said as she combed her hair by her fingers and regarded brother. “It’s because the high priestess told us about missions. So we thought that our mission started in Te-Mehu and so it would naturally end here in Ta Shemau. It has to be that.” She then searched for some cologne. Perhaps her brother brought some. Then she found her Egyptian history book, The Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt. She frowned and looked at her brother. “Eric, did you bring this purposely?” She waved the book in her brother’s face. “Oh, I didn’t notice I pi

Like I'm reading diary entries to strangers. When I arrive at Lisette's apartment, there are six women waiting. They're sitting on her couches with wine and snacks. They're holding copies of my book with bookmarks sticking out where they've highlighted passages. They've done the work of reading. They've prepared. "Ladies," Lisette says. "This is Nadia. She wrote the book we're about to discuss." Nobody makes it weird. Nobody gushes or acts starstruck. They just nod like they're meeting a friend of a friend at a dinner party. Like we're about to talk about something that matters but not something that requires performance.

Louis suddenly called out, stopping me. He held out his hand to me, his tone condescending. "Hand over all the client files you have, as well as that multi-billion-dollar project you're currently working on. "These are company secrets. If you take them with you, it's illegal." I replied coldly, "All the files are on my computer. As for that collaborative project..." I looked down at the shredded documents on the floor and pointed at Flora. "She just tore it all to pieces." Hearing this, Flora immediately averted her eyes and leaned coyly into Louis's embrace, pouting.

She had to marry the man one way or another. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.) (MAISIE'S STORY IS THE FOURTH BOOK OF LOVE, LUST, LIES SERIES, AND IT IS CALLED "A DAUGHTER'S SACRIFICE" A STORY ABOUT AN IT GIRL MAISIE AND THE MYSTERIOUS MAFIA BOSS CONNOR WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING TO SUBDUE AND TAME MAISIE. THEIR STORY BEGAN AFTER HER ADOPTED FATHER SOLD HER TO HIM, AND NOW SHE HAD TO DO EVERYTHING IN HER WILL TO MAKE THE MAFIA BOSS IGNORE HER OR POSSIBLY HATE HER, BUT THINGS DOES NOT WORK THAT EASILY.)

I love you! Dear reader, my name is Jennifer, and I genuinely hope you enjoy this book as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Don’t forget to like, add to your library, and leave a comment to share your thoughts. Your feedback means the world to me. Happy reading! --------------------------------------- 10:45 pm, Friday. Her heart thumping hard, her palms glistening wet, warm tears streaking her cheeks, 13-year-old Callie drew her knees to her chest as she heard her most dreaded footsteps approach nearer.

Nyx's Pov The moment I closed the book, my fingers felt restless. My mind was louder than the voices around me. Lily’s Bloom. Silver Hollow. A flower that could heal not just wounds, but the kind of pain that sat deep in the soul. It sounded like a fairytale… but Miss Elsie had told the story as if she had lived it herself. The way her voice softened when she spoke of Liora’s grief made me believe every word.

The door's open a crack. Inside, Lisa's sitting in a chair by the window, a blanket over her lap, a book in her hands. Her hair's loose around her face, messy, like she hasn't slept. She's reading, her voice low and soft. I catch a word - pirates. Something about treasure. And there's Eddie.

Gillian had already wrapped her hands around my neck, and the suffocating pressure swallowed me whole. Orson looked feral as he stared down at me. "We were so careful, and you still noticed something was wrong. But that's okay. Dead men tell no tales." I struggled desperately, trying to push them away, but I couldn't budge them at all. All I could feel was the air being slowly squeezed out of my lungs. Just as despair set in, a white porcelain vase smashed into Orson's head, blood splattering everywhere. Gillian and Keith couldn't escape, either. Their heads were struck by different ornaments. Then, they were dragged off and beaten with fists and kicks.

Chapter 18: Little Liar Lizzie I hadn’t even registered the second step he took. One heartbeat the space between us was still alive, the next it had collapsed. Reese moved like a storm front and suddenly his fingers were knotted in my hair, tugging my head back with exactly enough force to remind me who held the reins. “What’s your game, Elizabeth?” His voice came out low and ragged, each word riding a fast, uneven breath. “What’s the grand fucking plan? Why do you love pushing me until I crack? Why do you get me hard and leave me hanging? Hmm?”

He gladly tossed a notebook and pen forward before leaning back into the chair comfortably. Lucky for me, statistics was my favorite subject so solving the questions wasn't that hard. One hour went by quickly. Seth had wandered off minutes ago to do whatever while I was left to earn him good grades. The sound of heels clicking the tiles echoed from the doorway as Summer and her minions stepped into the library. I glanced at her once and went back to what I was solving. Unfortunately, she was walking towards me. “Hey nerd.” she uttered, hitting my head lightly.