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"Enough with the negotiations. Now get to work. You are going somewhere with me. Be well behaved, darling." I stared at him in utmost anger but I knew it was no use. He had me as long as he had Epic. His hazel eyes twinkled mysteriously as they searched my face before he turned to walk out the door. And I had no choice but to follow. *~*~*~*~*~*~* Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling.

"I need a moment, Bradley... I slipped away like a child who has done something wrong and could be punished. Fortunately, he didn't have to enter that stupid room to get out of that place. Instead of going back to the celebration and counting down the New Years , I walked over to where the golf course was. I had never been to the club, but thanks to the magic of the Internet I knew it was one of the biggest in New Orleans. It was not so easy to walk on the well-kept grass, with some unevenness to create a certain degree of difficulty in the game. I was sure Dempsey was right behind me, but I needed to sit down and get some fresh air to think. A little incline later I found a bench and manage

Shane yelled. "You wanna listen to an interesting story?" Shane asked and brought up the novel. "I read this all through the night and I am not mistaken," he said and opened up the novel. He stopped at the page where a peculiar murder took place and he began to read out loud and clear. All those watching in the screen room paid rapt attention. * Brian pulled into the parking lot and made his way into Anita's apartment. He checked his wristwatch and realized it was 8pm, he wished he had arrived earlier. He would only spend two hours with Anita else he returned home late. Emilia was becoming suspicious.

As soon as the call ended, she scrolled through her contact, tapped on Elena’s number and dialed it immediately. “Elena, meet me at the pavilion now. Please. ” she requested hurriedly.

she said softly. And she did. --- That evening, Yna sat by her window, city lights blinking on one by one. The flowers had opened further now, vibrant against the dim room. She picked up her phone again and finally replied. Yna: Tomorrow. 4 p.m. Café on Alder Street. The response came a minute later. Amarah: I’ll be there. Yna set the phone down, heart steady but alert. Whatever that meeting held, she would face it clearly without confusion, without running.

“It’s been a few months since you’ve seen them, right?” It was true. Now that I had switched over to online classes, I’d moved closer to home and decided to take on some part-time work at the bookstore. I lived in the next town over from my parents, Mistletoe Mountain, which was, yes, the most Christmasy place in the US. But I loved it there. It was almost like having Christmas all year round. I spent most of my time focused on classes. And when I wasn’t at the bookstore, I was hanging out with my two best friends, Gretchen and Abigail. I hadn’t spoken much to the few friends I’d made while I was on campus since I’d been back.

I sent the text and soon flung myself counting down the hours until the meeting. *** I found myself standing outside Highway café by 5:45, patiently waiting for 6 pm because I didn’t want to seem too eager. As the minutes ticked by, all the nerves in my body rushed to my face. Once the time hit 6 pm, I pushed the café doors and walked in, scanning the room for Jordyn. But instead of seeing his familiar face, I saw a middle-aged woman waving at me. I was taken aback, my mind racing with confusion. Who was this woman? And why was she waving at me?

And in a hall filled with hundreds, I had the impossible sensation like we were meeting for the first time all over again. ** follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

“Just outside of town. Not too far. Sunrise view, wildflowers, good conversation—assuming you don’t murder me first.” “I’ll think about it,” I said, sipping the last of my drink. “When?” “Tomorrow. Early. Like, meet-me-here-at-five-a.m. early.” I winced. “Gross.” “C’mon. You live in a van. You’re basically halfway to granola already.” I tried not to smile. Tried really hard. “Fine,” I said, standing and slinging my bag over my shoulder. “But if I don’t come back, tell the police to start with you.”