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She picked two bars of white chocolate, her favorite, from a roadside vendor, deciding these would cool her down for interfering with her siesta. Millie had stood by the door to Little Norah’s room, evident to the grunts and pleasure moans coming from inside. At first, it was anger at having been taken for such a fool by her girlfriend. She kicked the door open and froze at the sight right in front of her eyes. Wide eyed, Millie watched unbelieving, blinking, and unblinking as her world shattered right before her eyes. ***

"Fine I will try but at my own convenience. What's the name of the book and where do I read it?" "Shattered Hearts by Micaela Alvarado. It's on A****n, it's the #1 best selling book so far" he answered. "This book better meets my expectations" I said tapping my fingers on the table. "Trust me it will" he replied smiling and then he checked his wristwatch, "I think is time for me to leave. We'll get in touch when I arrive there". "Alright, safe trip. Greetings to my goddaughter and godson and then to their beautiful mom who got married to an ugly jerk like you" I teased and his nostrils flares up.

"Girl if you got it flaunt it. Make the men work for it if they want it." Mackayla looked at the older woman "I don't deserve it. I am not pretty enough." Shelly gapped at her a moment or two. Then she scuffed."Honey you are a beautiful young woman and if the people in Wisconsin never told you that they are fools." "Oh everybody always said I was pretty and would go far I believed them for a long time. But soon enough I learned otherwise from a particular bad experience a couple of years ago." "Oh baby girl some people can be so cruel." She wrapped her strong arms the young woman. Mackayla actually welcomed the strength that surrounded her. Knowing how true that was. Do something she mouthed

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

"Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!" "I want to be a lawyer, Mamá," I said, my voice trembling. "I want to go to the university. I want to go to the United States and be someone important. I want to find a better life." "You want to find a dream that does not exist for people like us?" she sneered, pointing a bony finger at me. "You will stay here and scrub these floors until you die. Now, get back to work!"

And every person who had spent years trying to find the shape of this thing from the wrong angle now had something they had not had before. A name. A direction. And a woman who had made the mistake of running before she understood how many threads were already connected to the place she was running from. I texted Madeline. Not a call. Just a text, because she needed sleep and this could wait until morning. She is running. She will not get far. Sleep. I'll tell you everything at seven. The reply came back forty seconds later, which told me she had not been sleeping at all. I'm already awake. Come back. I'll make coffee.

“Not perfectly. Not linearly. But fully.” He nodded, brushing a kiss to the back of her hand. “Have you thought about what’s next?” “Maybe I’ll write,” she said. “Not about Halden. But about survival. About truth. About the strange, quiet love that sometimes saves us when we think we’re beyond redemption.” Adrien smiled. “I think people would read that.” The waves outside rolled on. Mila closed her eyes, breathing in salt and peace and the distant hum of a world that finally made sense, not because it was safe, but because she had chosen to stay awake in it.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

Their love of books was one of, or probably the only thing that binded the two girls together, perhaps other than the fact that they both had lost their mothers shortly after birth, and although Maddie preferred modern day fantasy books—her favorite being the Harry Potter series—to Olive's medieval books, nobody could deny that they were both avid readers. Compared to Olive, Maddie lacked what other teenage girls her age admired in super models . Olive was very tall and curvy, with white-blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, deep dimples and a pointed nose that she knew just when to wrinkle to get people to do her bidding. On the other hand, Maddie was short, too short for her fifteen years, and wa

" I just got a call from the precinct... Althea Grace Miller has been released. She isn't at the precinct anymore " Oscar's gaze narrowed and he thought he had heard wrong... " What did you just say?" " Althea has been released Sir..." He felt a loud bang on his head... " What?" __________________ Althea Grace Miller woke up feeling over the moon. She has never gotten this much rest ever before. Its been two days in this magnificent mansion and she must say that this is the best thing ever. All she does is sleep, eat and do nothing. The maids has refused her stepping outside the room as they say the big boss has ordered that she get enough rest.