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In an attempt to sound casual, she continued, "There are indeed many people eager to attend it. Otherwise, Josh also wouldn't fail to secure an invitation." She was emphasizing that Joshua didn't receive an invitation. However, Carly seemed oblivious to her words. Instead, her attention was drawn to the exquisite cookies on the table. There were pink almond milk cookies on the small plate. The cookies had exquisite patterns and were petite in size. They were delicately crafted into bunny shapes, looking both charming and adorable. Carly smiled as she reached out for a cookie. "These cookies look exquisite, especially the bunny-shaped ones," she commented, feeding a small piece straight into

"There it is. Maybe I’m the cure for your 'I miss you' sickness." Sariel had to suppress her laughter so her uncle wouldn’t hear her. He was still around and hadn’t left yet, ruining her bonding moment. She didn’t wait for Maddox’s reply and started packing the cookies into plastic Tupperware. The cookies she made were beautifully shaped—hearts, stars, and flowers.

“One more word and that signed paperback you wanted for your birthday disappears from my cart forever.” Julie, already waiting behind the wheel, waves the moment she spots us. She looks as bright and bubbly as ever, her grin so wide it’s impossible not to smile back. “There she is!” she squeals. “My favourite girl—well, second favourite. Emilia still tops the list, but only barely.” Tessa gasps dramatically as she climbs in. “Excuse me? I had Liam bring you macarons last time!” Julie presses a hand to her heart. “And I still think about them every night before I sleep, babe. But Em’s cookies have a special place in my heart.

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

"Staring into space with that dreamy expression. It's disturbing." I turned back to my notebook, which was completely blank except for the words "Mrs. Ming Kamon" written in tiny letters at the top. I quickly scribbled them out. "Pay attention," Ploy hissed. "This could be useful for your... situation." "What situation?" "Your complete inability to talk to boys without destroying ancient artifacts." Professor Siri was now showing slides of cave paintings. "Notice how the male figures are depicted performing feats of strength to attract potential mates..."

"You know what they say about women only falling for the bad guys! You totally love it when I'm being naughty with you, don't you, Queenie?" "You're such a tease, Pres!" I gritted my teeth in pure rage after realizing that they had been treating me with such ridicule. I had been nothing but sincere, yet my boyfriend and best friend had been entirely focused on scheming against me. It was then that Preston asked, "Is there any progress with the perfume yet? I haven't noticed any significant change in her." Queenie couldn't help but furrow her brow in response.

They looked very intimate. The wedding ring I had begged him to wear for five years was not on his finger. In the video, a big hand held a smaller one, and matching rings shone on their fingers in the light. That was when I realized that he did not actually hate red dresses, women in makeup, and his ring. He only hated them because of me. He did not love me. I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System.

He fidgeted his fingers, spinning them together to delete those colors and throw them into the trash can. Air flew everywhere. It came from the air conditioner, large and accessible to every bit of heat. Killing them slowly. Faster. “Now that we’re here, what do you want to order?” Tristan asked. “They have coffee and cookies here.” Tristan’s finger played on the coffee shop's menu. “Actually, you can pick first. I can order after you choose yours,” Josh stated with a wicked smile on his cherry-red lips. “Are you sure about that?” Tristan said. His eyes darted to Josh’s, like he was playing with him in a tender, playful way.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

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