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Not only had she denied his charm, but she had also thrown words back at him without a care. Never in his eighteen years of life had a girl told him that he suffered from heart disease just because he had said his heart was beating fast. Maybe Kelsey Ferreira was not on her right mind or maybe she still loved her stupid ex. Whichever the reason was, he decided that he did not care. He would win her heart no matter what. He would make her his, then break her heart. Game on. Flynn placed his cup on the saucer then put on his most charming smile as he leaned forward, ready to steal her heart. But before he could say or do anything, she put down her empty cup and promptly stood up.

Her eyes were wider than ever as pain tore through every nerve in her body. When he finally found her heart, he held it in his hand. T-Murek was puzzled when he didn’t feel any heartbeat. He looked up at her face and was utterly disappointed to see that her eyes were closed. T-Murek gave her a gentle slap on the chin. She felt lifeless and cold. She was already dead, and it devastated him. He forcefully dragged her heart out and left it to hang from her chest.

He should have at least come to see his baby once. Shaking my head incredulously, I said, “What kind of a father is he? Doesn’t he want to see his daughter?” Aurora’s pursed her lips and a few drops of tears rolled down her cheeks. She deserved someone much better. God knows how she got stuck up with that B******! Aurora let out a long deep sigh and croaked out, “For that pighead, Teetee is just a means to get ‘The Heart of Magic’.”

He remained on his seat while looking at me curiously. "Yearn for my yes. Telling you that I like you too doesn't mean I already said my yes. Prove yourself first!" Then I stuck my tounge out and went out of the rooftop. Upon closing the door, I could feel the heat that resting on my cheeks and the rapidly beating of my heart in my chest. It felt like any moment from now, my heart would make an explosion inside my ribcage. Parker is the only person who could do such things on me.

Hugo’s POV Before I have fallen in love with Eliana, the only thing I really want was to sit on the throne and rule our pack, and by the means of that, I have to cross all the line and do what I have to—so I could grasp the power in my hand, so I could beat my brother down; so I could make my father proud. But all that reasons seemed not able to make my heart ponder anymore, because as cheesy it may sound, it was only the thought of her that could make my mind be capable to be sane and my heart to beat. So the first thing my eyes landed into her—right in front of me, only had a few inches to make our arms touched, with almost three months I hadn’t be able to go near her—it was as if my tongu

I barely make it to the bathroom before I’m heaving, the contents of my stomach splattering into the toilet bowl. Hot tears stream down my face as I rinse my mouth, the minty taste of toothpaste doing little to chase away the bitterness on my tongue. I avoid my reflection, knowing I’ll see the shards of my shattered heart in my eyes. He has a daughter. … He has a child…with another woman. … And this whole time…I couldn’t even stomach the thought of another man’s hands one me, but he… All this time, I’ve been faithful to his memory. I’m not delusional, I was never under the impression that he’d been celibate this entire time, especially not after finding out about the hypnosis.

"I never expected Avril to be that kind of person! We really can't judge a book by its cover. All the new director did was take Avril's promotion. She's so petty!" "Avril's really narrow-minded. I never realized she would do sneaky stuff like that. I'm glad she's already resigned. Otherwise, I'd be nervous to work in the same room as her!" I turned extremely pale. I definitely did not steal Peggy's necklace. Someone had tampered with my things once I left to submit my resignation. Fury was written all over Vernon's face as he picked up the pink diamond necklace from the pile of junk. He looked extremely disappointed in me.

The crowd dispersed as interested participants trickled into the next compartment. Out of nowhere, Clara’s happy face jumped into view. "Hey, you” She smiled, her eyes twinkling behind the purple hue surrounding them. She was partyborn, a stark contrast to the rummage that sat in her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to go back home. She looked down at what was in her hand. Its tip was golden sparks of fur.

The next clip showed her faking a heart attack to scam some other rich guy out of a sports car. "No... turn it off!" Juliana screamed, her face white as a sheet. The final clip was just audio. Her voice, on the phone with a friend after the Volkovs threw her out. Broke and desperate. "I miscarried. The kid wasn't enough to make him stay... I have to go back to New York. That idiot Lorenzo is still hung up on me. He's the Don now. I'm going back to get what's mine." "Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!" she shrieked, lunging for the control booth, but it was too late.

she shot back innocently, then turned away, but Lennox caught the suppressed giggle. "Honestly, a second-round knockout would be less of a fight than this," he muttered, though a laugh was already sneaking into his voice. "And when did you get so cheeky, Fireflower?" "Since I started living with a certain boxer who thinks dueling with the toaster qualifies as a sport," Sloane replied, expertly pouring the whisked eggs into a pan. The kitchen filled with the sizzling scent of eggs, the toast turned golden brown, the juice found its way into glasses, and Lennox continued to pretend he had the morning under control—but he didn't.