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"Let us change first then we can go. Can you wait for us, Barbie?" Barbie chuckled and picked up a book from the floor. "Sure thing! Take your time~!" She answered before looking at the title. Hmm? "Identifying Witchcraft"? Barbie scrunched her eyebrows and opened the book. Why does a book that an Illinora only had to be here in this room? Not unless... Barbie looked at the door where Jus and Chloe had gone into.

"We're going to get hot chocolate at Barb's." Barb's is a small coffee place at the end of the boardwalk. Eli and Elara are already there, warm inside with steam wafting into their faces from their hot mugs. We peer through the window to see what's taking her so long. "Let me go get her," Vivianne says and suddenly I'm out front alone.

"I'm hoping it's just a stage and she'll get her groove back." "Like Stella." "Exactly." We giggle and continue chatting over Camilla's books and others that we've recently read. The holidays are the best time to catch up on books I've been wanting to read. The front door opens and a man walks in, glances around the bar like he's looking for someone then chooses a seat at the bar. One of the new bartenders greets him and takes his order. Unease slithers up and down my spine and I sit up straight, trying to figure out how I know the newcomer.

Loman punched in a code and the metal door gave way. "Please, come in," Frank said. "Thank you very much." The place was full of merchandise. Boxes and more boxes, packages of what appeared to be food, drinks, and other items, such as personal hygiene products, were all stacked and neatly arranged everywhere. "Where do I have to...?" Sofia fell silent when she realized that Mr. Loman was no longer there and closed the door. She walked where she thought it should be, but it was a maze.

"I guess you're right. Sitting down here and sulking over my problems wouldn't solve them." "Yeah." I yawned loudly. "My problem right now is that I'm hungry as hell and you didn't remember to share your candy bar with me." He giggled. "I didn't remember." "Well, I have to find something to eat because my stomach is empty." Rising up, Garry said; "Which reminds me, where is Gabriella?" "Who is Gabriella?" I asked. "The good looking waitress at the bar." He said.

He licked his finger slowly as the water from the grape he ate melted between his middle and index fingers. "Did you see that woman looking for me?" "Nope." Magda replied indifferently. She is not working here to take care of such things. She had nothing to do with any woman who was flirting with Dorris at the moment. So far Magda knows Dorris as a man who has a good sense of humor. When their work is done, they often chat like this to talk about many things. "Mrs. Avelyn?" "Working." "Model, huh?"

So, To anyone confused or who doesn't know whats going on, Goodnovel is having issues with FB and Googleplay and as a result, authors are having to modify their work its not pulled from the app. The title has been changed and the words have been ce*cord. It was either this or lose my book. Im sorry with * in the middle of words annoys you, but it's literally out of my control. I hope you can all understand x enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One

She didn't want her boss to suspect she heard anything. Mr. Hodge looked at her. "Good, you're here. Clean these up." He said and walked away making Cleo sigh. 7th September. Tuesday. William barged into a bar. An underground illegal bar owned by Mr. Renard Hodge and found him sitting down on a couch with a glass of martini in his hands.

I took a deep breath and walked to the elevator. - Hey, Anon? – I asked, already far from him. - No, Mrs Bongiove. - Do you run the risk of Dark Barbie being with him? - Isn't Dark Barbie the Witch's Apprentice? - Dark Barbie is the peroxide dancer with fake hair. - The Dark Barbie would be the blonde of the middle dick? - Yes yes. He thought for a moment before replying: - I don't know, Mrs Bongiove. I have no idea where Miss Cindy might be.

Barbara waved at Maise, and she walked over to her. She pulled the chair and took her seat. "What happened? You seem nervous." Barbara pulled a folder out of her bag and put it on the table. "I found something related to my uncle. He was at the Glitz Club the day of his accident." Maisie picked up the folder and opened it. The surveillance camera captured some images. Barbara took the cup of coffee and said, “The man beside my uncle is the owner of the Glitz Club.”