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“Berry, nude or matte blue?” Audrey squinted closer to her computer screen where Jessica was holding three nail polishes and Kathie was shifting in her enormous couch. “Nude.” Since two out of three has had hassles going to places, they resorted to video calls. “Yeah, nude.” Kathie nods, pausing to fluff a throw pillow. “Boring. I think I’ll choose matte blue.” She glances briefly at them, then snort laughed.

“Okay. My favorite color is blue. I like waist chains and anklets—” “I know,” Trevor interrupted calmly. Claudia blinked. “Really?” Trevor didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back slightly, his voice suddenly shifting into something precise. “You like Doja Cat. Your favorite food is fried chicken sandwich and macaroni cheese. You like chocolate waffles. You hate rainy days because of thunderstorms. You dislike bullying. You hate weakness. And you like Tom Ford perfume.” He paused slightly. “Should I continue?” Silence. Claudia stared at him, completely stunned.

He starts listening to music through his cassette player, as he appears to be displeased with the first few tracks he plays. Dantzler: "Maybe I should listen to something different every now and again. Too much of one thing is always a bad thing unless it's food." (He presses skip once allowing it to randomize. It comes to a song called, "Say so" by Doja Cat) Dantzler: "I hate this song that this song has been played into oblivion...but fine,whatever." (Occasionally he bobs his head to the tune while prepping himself by stretching for a decent jog)

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“Don't do this.” Goddess, I didn't want to abandon him like this, but this was the right thing to do. I had to die so that he could live and fight for the both of us. I rose to sit on my knees and swallowed before fixing my eyes on him. “Kaan Ardens… I, Asena Jordart, reject you as my mate.”

I produced the dissolution agreement I had prepared in advance and said evenly, "Sign it, Darian." Darian stared at me, enunciating every word. "Don't come crying to me later, Grace." He grabbed the pen and signed his name in a swift stroke. A mocking smile spread across his face. "Don't forget — we're fated mates. Without me, do you really think you could ever love anyone else?" "Don't come crawling back begging me to take you." I didn't even bother to look at him. I tucked the agreement away and headed for the stairs.

Jaden was trying to be polite. "Seriously? is that what you think. Jaden! Can't you see? My heart calls your name. It's you I want. I don't really care if anyone sees me with you and trust me, if you would let me i promise that within a month your identity in this school will change and you won't have to be regarded as a pauper anymore. Your status will upgrade and won't have to be the same." Jaden saw that miss Fiona was desperate. Even though her offer was tempting and speaking to his greedy side, he couldn't accept it.

His line rang in my ear. He picked up in one ring. "You just sent me a text," he said. I tapped once. I heard the faint sound of him reading it. My name is Ava Arande. I'm mute. I can hear everything you say. I'll communicate by text while we talk. Please don't hang up. A beat of silence. "That's an unusual request." I was already typing the next message and I sent it. Most of my requests are unusual, that's not the one you should be focusing on right now.

Jack was the anesthetic. Varkas had realized that the ninety percent were starting to rebel against the Refinery. They were getting too wild, too desperate. So, Varkas had brought the Sovereign back to the continent. He dressed Jack in white silk, crowned him in flowers, and let his beautiful, submissive magic wash over the city. Jack thought he was bringing peace to a utopia. In reality, he was greasing the wheels of a genocide, keeping the victims entirely docile as they were marched into the dark.

I'll give my all to you, Because All of me loves All of you..! All of me loves All of you♥️