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“We make a good team.” “We don’t have a team,” I muttered under my breath. He grinned. “Not yet.” Ignoring him, I walked past the crab-shaped figure and stopped in front of the Dancer’s Pose. Something about it caught my eye. It looked harder than the rest, but at least it didn’t make me look like a crawling idiot. “Player 0467 has chosen Dancer’s Pose,” the voice echoed. Hoodie guy let out a small laugh behind me. “Dancer’s Pose, huh?”

Lucas held out the ring to me, but I could not care less, actually feeling more bugged than anything. "Keep it if it means so much to you." Later that night, Yvonne's picture popped up on my phone. There was Lucas, numbing his woes with booze at a bar, slumped over in her embrace. Her message read, [Thanks for giving him back to me.] I left her hanging, snapped a screenshot, and blasted it on my feed. [Perfect pair. Best wishes.] Come morning, Lucas was at my door, desperate to clear the air, insisting they had not done a thing.

c om --- (remove spaces) and se arch me there There are many factors that lead to this decision, and it was not decided overnight. So please, no emotional blackmail. You all know how much I love you, but I also love my books and my sanity. 😔 If you are not keen on supporting me on Ream, you can wait until they are made available on A****n Kindle. As soon as GN releases the first three books of this series on Kindle (keeping my fingers crossed that they will), Nadine and Zach will follow right away. Then Kairo once it's completed.

he muttered. But he wasn’t done. He reached into his vest, pulled out a burner phone, and dialed. Not a voice line. Just GPS. A signal pinged. A location dropped. Someone would find this place. And when they did? They’d find a dead Virelli patriarch. And a bleeding man with the murder weapon still clutched in his hand. One name would echo across every screen before sunset. Kieran Wolfe. He glanced around once more. No sign of the others. No sound but the wind.

Like it cost him everything. He looked past the tridents, past the iron bands, past the empty space where no one sat a moment before. His voice came out rough, cracked from thirst and three days in the cells. “She has it,” Bale said. “The comb. Beatrice. It’s under her tunic. Wrapped in kelp.”

He had a plan to give her the kind of love she deserved… * * * Ethan and Laura’s story continues in “A Wonderful Kind of Love” now available on GoodNovel. Swipe to the next chapter to read a preview!

By the time we switch places, I’m breathing heavy and there’s sweat dripping down my back, but there’s a big smile on my face. B was right. This did make me feel better. Note to self: it feels good to punch some shit. As B and I leave the class, Rachel, José, and Miranda catch up with us outside. “Ladies! Let’s go get a drink!” Jose says way too gleefully after a work out. I look to Bianca and she’s smiling at him, and then glances at me. I shrug. Why not? It’d be fun I think to myself, and we march off down the street.

Honey, will I be seeing you soon, along with the kids we never got to meet? "Kids, walk slowly and wait for me. I'll be right there. Honey, I'm sorry. I should've seen the truth sooner. Honey, I love you..." She went back to the kitchen and ended it all with a knife. As her breath faded away, I watched from the shadows, my voice icy as I said, "Susie, I hope we never cross paths in the next life!" Then, out of nowhere, a cheerful little angel appeared. He flew up to me, his smile sweet as candy, as he said, "Daddy, we'll be waiting for you in heaven, okay? We want to be your kids again in the future."

“Who do you think you are? You being the last of your kind doesn't mean anything.” “Get out!” The mystery guy yelled and his both of his eye balls glowed of fire....no, they became blames. “None of you morons are worth my time anyway.” Clenk boasted as he walked away, earnestly convincing his little mind that he didn't just have a taste of his own medicine. The guy whose eyes had turned to flames helped us both to out feet, and we thanked him for helping. Yeah, it was weird moment but that was okay, we were in a weird town.

"I carved that rose and gave it to Fenric. How could it be yours?" Zirion clenched his fists, his gaze darting between the sword knot and Selene. "I… I once lost one just like it…" "So are you implying I stole it from you?" Selene retorted sharply. The more he explained, the worse the situation became. Zirion moved closer anxiously. "Ms. Wyndham, I wish to speak with you alone…" The city bell tolled again, signaling the end of the annual competition. "Nessa hit the target once, so she'll surely be rewarded. Shouldn't you go take a look?" Selene said with a sneer.