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Kayla swallowed painfully at the tone he used to talk to her and the murderous look he gave her. "You're talking as if you are a better individual when you're nothing but a goal digger. There's more to life than trying to associate yourself with someone like me. There's more to life than fake ass, fake boobs, ridiculous makeup and kinky sex. I honestly don't know what I saw in you but I'm glad I was sensible enough to let you go."

She thought Edgar was using an excuse for another veiled confession of his feelings for her. "If you don't like it, I'll change my design topic," Edgar said softly. "It's just an assignment. Please don't be upset, Jess." While Jessica was still angry, Cooper hurriedly chimed in with a conciliatory smile. "Yeah, you should change it to something else. Coffins are so morbid. Young people like you should think positively and be a bit more cheerful." Edgar gathered the scattered documents from the floor. Then, he threw them all into the trash in front of Jessica. Only then did her tense expression ease slightly.

Her friend’s voice came through loud: “Mina, the heels in that photo are exactly like yours! Aren’t they limited edition? Only two pairs in the world? Were you the one?” Mina laughed at first, confused. “What do you mean?” Her friend laughed too. “Check T*****r right now.” I leaned closer to my laptop as Mina opened the app. The scream that tore from her throat was pure music. Christian jumped up beside her. “What is it?” he asked sharply. She shoved the phone at him without a word.

I already knew it was a trap, or at the very least, a massive headache I didn't want to deal with. "You're throwing it away?" I looked up. Lillian was standing in the doorway, watching me. She walked into the office, her eyes skipping from me to the trash can. "It's trash," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Crimson is just playing games." "Dorian, there are only thirty people in the entire world who got that invitation, I saw it on the news and I saw the guard that brought it.” she said, stepping closer to the desk. "But you can't just throw it out."

“But you, I don’t know.” “Well, my name is Minus, and I’m a Sagittarius. I enjoy long walks on the beach, going to the theater, and knowing what the fuck is going on around here.” “You are funny guys. You two should do a podcast or something. Don’t you think so, Crush?” Mexican Hulk nodded but remained expressionless. Viper continued, “I have a great sense of humor, too, but I also know when to be serious. I wonder if you gentlemen know when it’s time to get serious?”

of existence. "Where are we going?" I yelled over the roar of the "Hard-Purge." "To the **Trash-Bin**!" Silas replied, his human face now a mask of grim determination. "It’s the only place the 'Erase' command won't look! It’s the place where all the 'Deleted' things go to hide!" ### The Kingdom of the Discarded We hit a floor of soft, white dust. But it wasn't dust. It was **Fragments**.

To her, that was worse than death. "Too bad, it's not up to you." Donovan waved, ordering, "Exile them to the Wastelands. They are never to set foot in any packs again." The Wastelands were a barren, desolate region in Northmere—no food, no water, only howling winds and savage beasts. Being sent there was synonymous with a death sentence. The Gamma warriors stepped forward, dragging the mentally shattered Falcon and the struggling Julia out like rugs. Walter remained collapsed on the floor, watching his son being taken away. After a night, he looked decades older.

"Let's see how this goes. Let him be the cause of his own downfall. But do me a favor, can you make sure every digital trace of my connection to the Lexus family is erased? I don't want to ever be recognized as a Lexus again,” Natasha gave a sharp nod. She was an elite executive coordinator; locking down public records and scrubbing search algorithms was light work. She slid her phone onto her lap under the tablecloth, her thumbs moving rapidly to message her fixers. Meanwhile, Tristan was practically shouting over the murmurs, reading eagerly from his glowing screen. "Let's see here... ah!.” The smug look returned piece by piece as he found exactly what he was looking for. "Here we go," Tri

And I don’t want to experience Tyler a second time. ‘I know trauma when I hear one. Hey, look at me, Tyler’s story is over. This is a new beginning.’ She held my face gently. ‘I don’t want you chasing a fairytale or happily ever after. I want you to enjoy every moment that makes you feel alive. And the moment it starts going south, you walk away. Dust it off. Okay?’ I nodded slowly. ‘Have fun, girl. If you want to have him, fine. If you don’t, dump him. The only thing that matters is you enjoying your life. Got it?’

she spits. “Yeah and why are you?” I ask, my gaze sharp. A smirk forms on my lips when no words come out of her mouth. “Wait I have the answer, 'cause you're a stupid naive piece of trash from Alabama that nobody will ever want, you're a nobody.”