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“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

Peter yells at her. “I didn’t I didn’t kill her.” Daniel steps backwards remembering Rebecca’s dead face. “Shut up!! Shut up!!” Peter yells at him and stands up after laying Antony on the couch that is now all torn apart. “We need to take him to a hospital Peter please calm down we need...” Cheyenne’s voice dies down when Peter looks at her glaring. “They took everything! Every little dime of money we had! Who will pay for his medical bills? Will he? Will you Daniel?” Peter yells at them and breaks down into tears.

I push him out of my way as it has become one of his habits to block my way. He follows me chuckling like a hyena, while his chunky black combat boots chunk against the wooden floor. I walk down the staircase and walk near the narrow passage stage and take a seat. The curtains that cover the main stage are down; they are nice red silky curtains. Jake walks behind the main stage and turns on the music, he plays the song I have to learn the choreography to. Ironically Cheryl the beautiful blonde chose ‘Prisoner’ by The Weeknd. Maybe she did it to poke fun at me, I don’t know. But as far as I saw she’s the best out of all the strippers, she knows what she’s doing.

I made him repeat my shoe size, then let him leave. I looked at Cole and calmly shook my head. "Don't worry. I won't blame anyone." Grandpa, the chair of Pine Hollow's Council, already knew the send-off ceremony had failed again. He immediately texted me the information about the man selected for the family alliance. The wedding date had already been set, and I had no desire to argue with Cole anymore. Cole stared at me blankly. He was about to speak when Piper hugged his arm. "Cole, there's a traveling circus performing by East Lake. Take me to see it."

However, very quickly, the voice was completely drowned out by the loud, booming call of the food stall owner: “Hey there, miss! What would you like?” “A mac and cheese, please! With lots of cheese!” Later, when I tried to go into that trashy AI novel again, out of some strange whim, the webpage would no longer open. I paused and thought about it. Strangely enough, I couldn’t even remember why I had clicked on that link in the first place. Muttering softly to myself, I murmured, “That’s weird… What kind of website was that? Why did I even open it… Oh well, whatever. Time to eat.”

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

[Free pass for letting Bianca hurt Jenna: 1 remaining] [If Jenna ends the relationship first, all free passes will automatically reset. This was how he chose to use the final free pass. My pain could wait. Her needs had to come first. I did not demand an explanation like I would have before, nor did I ask when he planned to return the ring. I picked up the hand cream and tucked it away in the back of the drawer. “Okay,” I said calmly. The next afternoon, I received a payment confirmation text from the salon. The appointment note had been changed to, [Urgent use for Bianca’s trial shift.]

Drinks soon? Freya's fingers flew over the keyboard, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. Freya: Speaking of drinks... I've got tonight off and don't start till 4pm tomorrow. Fancy a night out? Iron Horse? And before you protest, I'm talking mocktails for you, mama-to-be. 🍹👶 She hit send, then stretched, her joints popping satisfyingly. The thought of a night out was exactly what she needed to shake off the residual tension from her shift. And if it helped keep her mind off a certain ruggedly handsome patient, well, that was just a bonus.

Her brain scrambled for a response that wouldn’t make her sound too eager. “Tomorrow?” she echoed, stalling for time. “Oh, um… I think I might be busy. But I could probably make some time over the weekend?” “The weekend works,” Nikolai said easily. “Saturday afternoon?” “Sure,” Freya said, mentally marking her calendar with a dozen exclamation points. “Great,” he said. “I’ll text you the details. Looking forward to it, Freya.” “Yeah, me too,” she said, her voice cracking slightly.