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Blood trickled from her ears and nose and rashes oozed across every inch of her skin. "What the hell Em are you sure this is just allergies?" Eric demanded, stunned. "Oh my God…" she whispered as realization struck "The ring—" she added and then blacked out. "Oh great now we have to deal with two unconscious women" Eric sighed as they carefully picked and put her in the Jeep next to Ivana. "You heard her say the ring right!?" Caleb questioned. "Yes… don't tell me…" Eric didn't dare complete her sentence. "If she really took anything from the God's chamber we're cooked" Caleb furiously slammed his hands on the car.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

perhaps only Natalie understood them the best. When she dealt with the women around Cedric before, Christina never intervened directly; it was always in Rebecca's name. "How pathetic! Even if you drive away all the women around him, what's the use? You've been patient for ten years and still gained nothing. The only thing you gained was probably your patience!" No, it was more accurate to say that all she had gained was an obsession! Natalie had to admit that Christina's obsession was truly frightening! "Be smug while you still can."

he said. "We have this pass from the old lady," Cathy said. "If we return without finishing our tasks we will be severely punished. And don't worry about us, we will return soon without making any trouble." Cathy showed him the pass that the lady gave us for the border. Seeing the pass he couldn't say no anymore. But he was looking worried. Seemed like he was an omega as well. If he was a beta he wouldn't even have cared about the pass. He would just let us slide to die out there. Two or three or more, they wouldn't care even if all the omegas died.

Trevor said, his face grim. “Really? Must Christina always act as the devil in my life? Just when I wanted to open up to Tamara, she showed up again,” I lamented, my hands clenched into fists on the desk. “It all looks like you are obsessed with Christina, and you are letting her get to you, Jesse. If you had opened up to Tamara about your feelings, your obsession would have gradually stopped,” Trevor said, leaning against the desk, his arms crossed. “But I just did, and she walked away,” I said, my voice filled with frustration and sorrow.

Christina fumed. She was sitting in a coffee shop and ranting to her best friend, Gina, who listened to her patiently, although she didn’t and would never understand what the fuss was about. Austin was a handsome man, no doubt, but the way Christina went on about him and hardly ever let the man breathe, showed just how obsessed she was about him, and it wasn’t in a healthy way at all. Still, Gina had to support her friend, so she nodded attentively, making the expected remarks where she was supposed to make them and lending a listening ear. “I hope it’s not another woman, though. I mean, you guys have come a long way for another woman to come between you now.”

For some reason, she felt at ease when Bruce held her hand and kissed the back of her palm reassuring her. “It’s okay baby girl.” Dasha nodded at him and then laid back down. The machine was plugged into her head and Bruce sat in place to begin to brain take over. Dasha began to feel dizzy, her eyes became sleepy and her muscles lazy. ^^^^ Two years had passed and it still felt like that winter cold night that had taken her life to a drastic turn. Laurel stumbled off her bed with her skin slightly brushing against the sharp wooden edge of her side table. ‘Ouch,’ Laurel said to herself while rubbing her upper arm that had turned red from the fall. She sighed as she staggered to her feet.

Chapter Three Aphrodite "There they are!" Phoebe exclaimed as we walked towards Bianca and Khloe, who were sitting on the bar stools, sipping their drinks and flirting with some guys. "Hey, Phoebe. You looked great and sexy," Khloe whispered the last part with a smirk. The redhead was dressed in a black net gown that reached up to her hips and completely exposed her cleavage. “Why, thank you!” Phoebe responded in a fake British accent.

"Ma'am Maddie?" The knock on the door broke the calm in the room. I got up to answer and found Lucille standing there. "Ma'am, I’m here to remind you about your 2 pm appointment with Doctor Hayes," she said. Appointment? I couldn’t remember making any plans to see a doctor. "Mr. Marco Moretti arranged for you to see an OB-Gyn today," Lucille added, like she was reading my mind. "OB-GYN?" I repeated, trying to process what she just said. "Why would I need to see an OB-GYN?" I was confused—what was Marco up to?