Novel & Cerita Miss Circle X Miss Bloomie Sus

“I’m sorry, I accidentally took a video of the interesting event that just took place. I wonder if this video can help clear this lady’s name.” Ryleigh looked over and was surprised because it was Xyla. The instructors all turned pale. Jodie smiled when she saw that it was Xyla. “Xy, why are you here?” She walked toward her. “Don’t misunderstand, Xy. It was an accident.” Ryleigh stood up. Xyla turned to look at Jodie. “We’re not very close.” Jodie’s smile froze, but she still calmly said, “Don’t you recognize me? I’m Jodie Smalls.”

She goes home at noon because she has been going home at noon on Tuesdays since the arrangement with Cristina began — the mornings at the office, the afternoons for the larger work, the division that has held for three years, and continues to hold. She walks home through the April Gràcia streets. The jasmine on the building across from the apartment is at the height of its bloom — she has been noting the date of first bloom since the third year of the second life, and it has been between the fifteenth and the nineteenth of March every year without exception. She arrives at the apartment. She makes coffee. The coffee smells wrong.

Power slams into me. Moonfire buckles. My knees hit the ground. Clara screams my name. Ares roars so violently the clearing trembles. But I force myself back up. Shaking. Bleeding from the nose. Moonfire flickering like a broken star. “Get away from my anchor,” I whisper. The goddess tilts her head. And for the first time she smiles. Cold. Beautiful. Apocalyptic. “No.” Ares POV The moment the goddess smiles, something inside me snaps.

“I’ll have some pasta and orange marmalade, please. Oh, also add 5 boxes of coco puffs and 2 boxes of strawberry mochi. That’s for take-out. Thank you.” The coco puffs are for my students, while the strawberry mochi is for Monique. She loves sweets so much, so she will definitely like this strawberry mocha. This might cheer her up a bit. For the last few days, since she resigned, she’s been feeling restless at home. She might be acting like she really doesn’t care about it, but I know deep down inside her, she’s scared. More than anything in the world, Monique loved modeling so much.

Cilyna said. "They all needed to eat a good meal. Who knows how long it's been since they've had one." Beatrice countered. "Suit yourself. Don't say I didn't warn you though." Cilyna said with a smile. "So what was that with Xander and Beatrice?" Cilyna mind linked Kimberly. "He thinks she's his mate." Kimberly replied. "Oh my." was all Cilyna could say. She was not sure how she felt about Beatrice being pulled into all this chaos right now.

Could Bloom be the receptionist who had given her the sassy attitude? Moments later, the door opened and in walked a woman who could only be described as an embodiment of composed elegance. She wore a simple but expensive-looking gray dress that fell just below her knee. Her red hair was styled in a neat French twist, and her expression held the calm of someone who’d experienced and survived storms unscathed. Lyra sighed in relief. Apparently, Ms. Bloom wasn't the receptionist. Mr. Jude gestured for Bloom to sit on the chair next to Lyra. “Lyra Caine, meet Mrs. Bloom Paige—Executive Assistant and the head of our administrative and support team.”

she said, frankly. His shoulders slumped. He smiled, devilishly. “If flowers hate bugs, bugs hate flowers too; a flower that is ‘hard to please’ especially a CEO.” Mari crumpled her fists and again, she tried to punch his chest but she caught her hand and tightly grip on it. “One punch, one kiss,” he huskily whispered. She rolled her eyes; she was annoyed. She flashes a playful smirk in her lips. “And I dump; kick someone’s balls,” Mari said and before she kick his balls.

I quickly kissed the note and held it on my chest as I danced around the room as if I had won the lottery. I glanced at the note again and continued laughing while reminiscing about our intense night together. Oliver is honestly driving me insane. My joy was short-lived when I saw The Witch on my caller ID. "Hello, Ma'am" "Charmaine, you will be interviewing Mrs. Baker today." "Oh, ok, ma'am," I replied unenthusiastic, and the line went dead. "Ahhhh, I'm so dead," I screamed out, falling into the bed. Tanner is the bane of my existence; she just spoiled my romantic morning with her stupid suicidal interview.

He was holding a boy that looked just like a splitting image of himself as a child! The woman shielded the boy behind her and shot an adamant look at Cassiopeia. "Mrs. Cadell, I promise that I will be Liam’s only parent. I will never try to take Cadell Corporation from you or your daughter." An uncharacteristic tinge of panic flashed across Lucas’s face as he went up to embrace Cassiopeia and offer an explanation. "Cassie, this is Freya Moore. I slept with her when I was drugged five years ago."