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My skin was torn open, blood mixing with dirt. Yet, I just stared blankly at the broken bracelet and the scattered gemstones glittering across the floor. "Pick her up and throw her out!" Hailey ordered arrogantly. People immediately started to crowd around. As someone reached for my arms and legs, I quickly said, "Stop! I'm Mr. Weyland's…" Before I could finish, Hailey slapped me hard across the face. "Oh, let me guess. You're about to spread that lie again? Claiming to be Mr. Weyland's Luna? Someone like you? Seriously?"

From my peripheral vision, I saw Melanie slowly taking a slice of the pizza and started eating it. “I think you are just overthinking it, Miss Minerva,” I heard Melanie say. “All those thoughts in your head, you might not expect that it is only Mr. Rodriguez who can clear them. He might be the key to finding your passion and joy that you have been seeking. And maybe he can also help you find the criminals who killed your… ummm… parents. Sorry.” I turned my head to Melanie, who was already watching me.

Raymond's voice cracked as he exclaimed, "Melanie, they say you left with Vincent. Are you still mad at me? I really messed up. Can you forgive me? Tell me where you are, and I'll come get you." There was a long pause on the other end before a chillingly cold voice said, "This is Vincent."

"You can't always rely on taking the pain. You need to learn to avoid it." - Meg Collett _____________________________________ The next day, Haru woke up because of the vibrating of her phone. She picked it up from the study table before answering the call she looked at Callista. "Hello Nicole,"

"Play the K-12 album." He nods, and soon Melanie Martinez's voice is bouncing off the walls. Almost as if the phone knows everything that's transpired, Drama Club starts to play. A bit topical, aren't we? Leo lays his phone down and starts to play in my hair. I let my eyes close and savor the feeling. We stayed like that for a few songs before he cleared his throat quietly. I open my eyes slowly and look towards him. He looks down, slightly nervous before meeting my eye, "About Tyler-"

"Let's try this again." "Good luck!" Melanie stage-whispered to me. I smiled at her, scooting in my chair before fixing my hair again. At least I hadn't messed up any of the makeup or curls in my hair that Melanie had spent hours doing. That I would definitely feel bad for. Grabbing my tablet off the desk next to me, I clicked it on and opened up the notes app I had written my statement on. My hands shook slightly as I blew out a breath, my adrenaline picking up when it finally loaded.

For ten years, I stood beside Adrian Shaw while he clawed his way up from nothing to a nine-figure fortune. In all that time, he never once took me anywhere that cost more than twenty dollars a head. On the eve of our tenth anniversary, I sent him a link to the steakhouse I'd been saving for years. His expression darkened. "Just because we have money now doesn't mean we can forget how hard life can get. Thrift is a virtue, Nora. Don't lose it." I thought he had a point, so I nodded and agreed to cancel the reservation. Then, on the day I went to the restaurant to cancel it, I saw Adrian across the dining room, having dinner with a girl. He cut her steak for her, then reached over and ge

(MELANIE MARTINEZ POV): I watched with great interest as she moved her body like a delicate flower. The way she swayed with ease and passion amazed me immensely. I couldn't believe it myself. This was what I wanted for myself when I get older. I literally daydreamed of the day hundreds of men would watch me in action as I portray my talent on that stage. But little did I know that my twin sister already had my life planned out for me. Hello, my name is Melanie Martinez and this is my story. The story of my unfortunate life and how I got to meet a powerful demon king, Denver Hale.

Though his efforts were clumsy, they were utterly sincere. My heart gradually recovered from despair and sadness, and I began to feel hope and the beauty of life again. One afternoon, I finished painting a picture of a man and woman holding hands, standing by the ocean at sunset. As I laid down my brush, I looked up to find Damien standing behind me, watching silently. His eyes were glassy with tears. "Evelyn," he began. He stepped forward, then wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my head.

"That's for bullying Audrey! Apologize now or forget about being my mate! And don't even think about setting foot inside our house today! Tell your parents to stop trying to force me into marking you!" I slowly stood, ignoring the pain, and looked them both dead in the eye. "I told you I'm not choosing you as my mate. I've chosen someone else as my mate." Just as I turned toward the door, the old Lycan King appeared at the entrance. "What's going on here?" he asked sternly. "Nothing," I said with a calm smile. Behind him stood Sven, dressed in a deep navy suit. He had recovered from his surgery and was now able to stand. Regal and composed, he radiated the commanding presence of a future Alp