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Chapter 58 Alex watched the video and saw Daisy laying on the floor covered in her own blood with Steve beside her "What happened?" He asked Lizzy, "Well apparently, the article says someone tried to shot Steve while he was at a restaurant and Daisy pushed him aside and took a bullet for him" lizzy explained, Alex felt left out, how come no one had told him about this?, "When did this happen?" He asked "Yesterday, I only saw the video today when a friend sent it to me" lizzy replied

It may be a hard-to-swallow pill, but anything and everything could happen. As a writer, I hope my readers would understand if my works could be seen as dark, sad, and lonely. I will do my best to give you the most bizarre ending you could think of. (It doesn't mean I won't give you happy endings, though. I am open to any kind of endings, and I hope you are, too.) I hope to see you support my next mini-novels, and stories. Thank you! Yours Truly, SUMMERBLAIRZZZ

TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This novel is a dark, anthropological erotica that explores the primal depths of human desire, power, and submission. It is not for the faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with morally gray characters, intense power dynamics, or explicit scenes that push the boundaries of consent, this is not the book for you. This story contains: • Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black, just raw, unfiltered passion. • Dark & Dubious Consent – Power struggles, mind games, and moments that blur the lines between pleasure and surrender.

Dinda said with a long look at Gaia which was immediately greeted by Mona's nod, making Dinda squeal with delight and hug her niece. "Auntie's niece is so beautiful, you'll have to stay at my house later. I'm looking here now, not abroad," Dinda said, making Gaia's eyes light up when she heard the word abroad. "Wow, overseas, auntie. Can you tell me how nice it is to live there? I really want to play in the snow, it's so cute when I see it on television." Gaia's exclamation made Dinda laugh and ruffle the little girl's hair.

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She wandered through the aisles aimlessly, fingers trailing over the spines of books she didn’t know she missed. She sat in the corner café with a new novel and a coffee, her phone off, her mind quiet. It felt good. Like reclaiming a piece of herself she hadn’t realized was missing. Just as she was about to leave, a message popped up on her screen—this time from Greg. Greg: “Random question: Do you believe in second chances?” She stared at the text for a moment. Then typed back: Ariana: “Sometimes. But only if they’re earned.”

The world had ended two years ago, and somehow, Jesse still hadn’t died. He blamed Marcus for that. Marcus, with his stupid muscles, gorgeous face, and unwillingness to die no matter how many zombies tried to use his guts as an offal meal. They were holed up in a half-collapsed roadside motel in Nowhere, Nebraska. The sky outside was smeared with blood-red clouds and ash. Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat.

Elara pov The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes wasn’t the ceiling. It was my phone. And the storm waiting inside it. Notifications flooded my screen—messages, tags, missed calls, news alerts. It felt endless. Suffocating. Like the world had suddenly decided to drag me into its center and tear me apart piece by piece. My fingers trembled slightly as I unlocked it. And just like that— The headlines hit me again. “Elara Wynn: The Barren Fiancée?”

Elena’s POV Ryan’s hand is warm around my wrist.. firm but not rough and my heart is pounding like it’s trying to break out of my chest. “Let me go,” I whisper, trying to pull free. He looks at me... really looks at me with those blue eyes sharp but calm. “I’ve never seen you before,” he says with a low voice. “You’re new here?” His question catches me off guard. “Uh… no,” I stammer. “I mean, yes...no. Kind of.” I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.