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Everything was falling apart, and not knowing where Marceline was made me lose control. “Where is Marceline?” I asked again, this time struggling to keep my fear from showing. Mary’s eyes narrowed slightly, confusion crossing her face. “She called me,” she said slowly, “and said she’s going on a few days’ trip. She asked that Roman should stay with me until she gets back.” “Trip?” I repeated, stunned. “Yes,” she said, looking at me with raised brows. “Didn’t she tell you?” I stared at her for a moment, my mind spinning. Relief slowly started to wash through me, loosening the tightness in my chest. A trip. She wasn’t gone forever. She hadn’t left me.

That night, she pushed Milton to buy her a car—if he didn't, she would break up with him. She proudly sent me screenshots of their WhatsApp conversations. Lindsay chirped, [Sharon, when I get married, you've got to come. You're really amazing! He promised to buy me a car!] I texted back, [Well, I'll wish you both happiness and a lifetime of love.] That same day, I received reports from the people I'd sent to keep tabs on Milton. Sure enough, Milton had taken out a loan. He finally couldn't resist the temptation and chose the most unreliable company from all the ones calling him

"The iron finally glowed. Now, let’s go inside. I have a different kind of punishment in mind for the way you made me wait for that performance." Lila's breathe hitched and her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Lila watched as Linda was escorted away and Marcus was driven off in a cloud of dust. She was a Sterling. She was a masterpiece. And as Adrian led her toward the sanctuary of the estate, she realized the war hadn't ended—it had just shifted to a terrain where she finally knew how to win. And this time around, she'll be the Queen in the chess piece..

which is filled with the mana of nature loriana:- our mission is over now. we are free to do whatever we want. what are you going to do now Ariel:- I want to go to the host place. do you know they give me their number and I think they also want to meet me. after all I have a girl killer face. don't you think loriana:- I think you are ill. I think your face is normal nothing special Ariel:- you really know how to ruin my life. but you are cute so I am fine with it

I am so sorry for not updating this story T_T I've had a rough year. I basically moved to the USA from Nepal as an international student and the changes have been hectic. I am almost done with my freshman year. I live in New York, and everything is so fast-paced here that I even have difficulty breathing sometimes. I romanticized new york sm and am still romanticizing it. But in general, it is tough to survive here. I am a little more stable now so I will try to update the chapters on time. I have a lot of hopes for this novel in general. But I am not sure if I will make it. But I am not gonna give up. Please bear with me. Thank you so much for all the reads up until now. I am grateful that

Calily declared. Remember the beginning? When I started with my story at the club? Of how I started as an ordinary stripper? Or about how everything went baaaam?! You see… My name’s Serena Marino. My story? Looking at how things are right now, my story has barely begun. . . -------------------------------------------------------- A/n Here is it, guys. Here is the end of Luna Serena. I hoped you loved this story. If you did, you can check my others, here on GoodNovel. Comment your thoughts too, please.

Elias stood next to him, looking at the paper with an inscrutable expression. “What did you find? Did you find anything?" Serena asked, even as dread churned through her belly. Something was off. Lucian motioned for her to get close. Elias eyes roamed on the pages of the book. “It’s an Isolde and Mira story,” Elias said. “And the stranger.” Serena’s breath hitched. Her thoughts raced. Isolde? Mira? Her mother’s name rang out in her head, loud and painful. What was she doing in all this?

All her earlier bravery and defiance drained from her posture. Lucan’s dark eyes moved from one face to the next before landing squarely on Marilynn. “You think what?” he continued in his usual uninterested yet intense tone, “say it to me.” Marilynn swallowed nervously. Her expression betrayed a trace of fear, but I could see her defiance begin to resurface. She was a vampire princess, who’d never had to hesitate before she spoke whatever she pleased. She’d never hesitate to hurt anyone she wanted either. But now, she kept her tongue in check.