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She picked up her coffee. Sat at the kitchen table. Outside the rain kept falling on Millbrook, steady and grey and indifferent to the small revolution happening inside this house. Three days. Just three days and already the contours of something were visible — not perfect, not easy, nothing like what either of them had imagined their lives looking like. But real. God, it was real. Her phone buzzed. Sara: Coffee? I have information and pastries and opinions about all of it. Ayana smiled. Miller's. Eleven, she typed back.

She blinks a few times, looks between the two of us and, She recollects herself before returning the same friendly smile. "Elliot, it's good to see you again." I can't read the look on her face. "Is this a professional visit or a personal one?" "It's actually a personal one," he says. "I-–we-, um-," I stutter, not entirely sure how to go about this. "Kristine and I have been seeing each other since the end of your involvement in the Harris case," Elliot says matter-of-factly. And there it is.

I check Gale to his room and he was sleeping soundly. Austin's face keeps flashing in my thoughts. He's calling my name and asking me to take him from Eloisa. When I take him with me, I secretly hug him tightly like I won't let go of him anymore. My poor child. I miss him but I can't have him because I am now Greta Stone. To fulfill my revenge and plan for Kent and Eloisa, I had to stay strong and positive. I had to give up everything even my father and my son. I was dead and that's the truth.

"No matter what it takes." Hannah was her key to reclaiming everything she'd lost: Nicholas, her secret heart desire. Her position as beta is the most important thing she's ever owned. And then her shattered sense of self. A witch and seer, Hannah held all the answers Sheila desperately needed. And one thing was sure, Sheila thought, that when she had reclaimed it all, she would surely satisfy her burning vendetta against Kimberly. Eliminating her was part of the problem, as she had believed she was the genesis of everything that had been recently going wrong in her life.

Emmeline's nails dug so hard into her palms the skin nearly broke. The implication was clear, designed to make her feel like just another temporary body in an endless parade of conquests. But the sheer audacity of the woman standing before her ignited a vicious spark of defiance. "You know… I've read a lot of books about priestesses." Emmeline tilted her head, raking a slow, deliberately unimpressed gaze over Elainna's flawless figure. "They're usually described as holy. Pure. Above the sins of the flesh." Elainna's serene smile remained, though her eyes sharpened.

Some monsters may be born, but many others are made. Hannah’s mind must have changed because only a few days later she wrote again, telling Richard that she was okay and that it wasn’t her that was killed. She begs him to forgive her for causing him pain and says that she will write again soon when she has her new life set up. The remaining letters are spread over the last five years each giving more and more insight into her downward spiral and the growth of her obsession with Taylor. She talks about the ‘skanks and whores’ he goes out with and how no one will ever be good enough for him and then the last letter takes my breath away:

I had made my decision and I had to live with it. Jarin remained standing and looked out into the hall. Sensing he was ready to speak everyone fell silent. He cleared his throat. “I would like to start by thanking you all for being here. I know a lot of you have not seen me a lot over this past month. I would like to tell you now that there has been a very good reason for that. I haven’t spoken about it publicly until now because…because I wasn’t sure it wasn’t going to come to anything…” As Jarin went on explaining to the pack everything that had happened since we met the seer, I found myself staring at Thea who was sat on the other side of Jarin. I couldn’t read her expression. It was as i

And she couldn't get enough of him. I wish he could stay all day, and what? wake up Blair, he's a cop. You need to keep your distance... "I will go, and yes... you're holding me back, in a good way Blair. I like it. Text me okay?" His words made her happy, she was feeling like one of those characters that she would read on her kindle. She was a sucker for romance books, her marriage was supposed to be her ever after as the books had recited over and over again. But it was her tragedy, there won't be a happy ending with her. Not even with Ian.

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.

He simply continued looking in the same direction, his eyes following someone who was approaching. — I think I’m finally going to have a little fun. Instinctively, Nathan turned to see what had caught his attention. And then he saw her. Hanna was walking toward the room with elegant, confident steps. The long black dress with a side slit followed the natural movement of her body, revealing just enough with each step. Her satin sandals with small rhinestones caught the light discreetly. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her light makeup simply enhanced what was already naturally beautiful.