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I applied my make-up heavy, as I always did when working at Blue Hades. It wasn’t my dream job. It’s not like I grew up thinking I hope one day I work in a brothel. No, this job was one of necessity. That’s all it was, a job. It didn’t define me, or make me any worse than anyone else on this earth.

It was brand new. Blaze wasn’t aware that she preferred this genre. Derek Landy was known for his dark fantasy books. Dang it! He should have let her choose on her own right from the beginning. ‘Right’ His wolf chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Lilith brought the open book close to her nose and breathed in deeply. The feel of the smooth and crisp paper, that magical smell of a book being opened for the very first time was soothing. She felt lucky for being the first one to open it.

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

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.”

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.

Brielle mutters something as we leave but she doesn't follow us to Blake's office. Blake offers me a cup of coffee but I ask for something stronger, a Scotch on the rocks. Blake sits with his coffee while I booze my Scotch, several chaotic files on his desk and one open, it has a green tag which means it's important. “What's this?” I nod at the file, an inkling of what it is hovering above my head but my curiosity wants confirmation, it wants to be fed. Blake takes it and turns it around for me, sliding it to me. “Our club's star.” he tells me.

Poppy said, still looking at November who doesn't give a shit about what's happening. Poppy walked to her and Bora walked behind her till they got to November. She snatched the book from November and November looked up. "Who are you?" Poppy asked disdainfully. "Give me my handbook" November replied gently. "So...what if I don't?, You lowly thing!, You're an LC student and you dare do that shit to Ricardo?, Do you want a decapitation?, Huh?, Should I rather amputate you?, Answer me!" Poppy yelled, throwing the book at November's face.

"A writer, how inspiring! What do you write?" "Books." I deadpanned from behind mom, earning an annoyed cluck of her tongue. Blondie smiled awkwardly. "Ah, yes, I see. A- anything you'd recommend?" "Actually, yes. I think my latest work, From Beyond The Grave, would be the perfect read for you. Tons of bloodshed and cannibalism, there's even a chapter where the protagonist has to disembowel her own friend to-" "Uh, could we trouble you for some waters, dear?" Mom cut in, her voice on the edge between friendly and collected and right about to lose her shit.