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“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Sabrina whispered, her voice cracking. “It’s Clara,” Penelope said confidently. “I’ve seen her lurking on social media, commenting on old photos. She’s obsessed with Benedict, and she’s clearly threatened by you.” She stood with heels clicking sharply on the shiny floor, going toward the window. Before her spread out a city skyline of glittering beauty, to lose herself in for an instant. She gripped the tablet in her hands, feeling the sharp edges of it press into her palms, grounding her amidst the chaos of thoughts swirling inside her head.

"What did you do to your pussy, babe? You taste like strawberries." He dove back in, driving his tongue deep. "It's this new gel, oh shit." Her eyes rolled back in her head as he licked into her. "You like it?" "Yes, is it safe?" He studied her pink dewiness as he spread her legs wider. "FDA approved." She joked tongue in cheek. Kyle was enjoying this new playful side to her. The fact that she'd gone commando was huge, but her using sexual enhancements was in a whole new ballpark.

"It just seems fine to me if that's it, pass to me your pen" The man gave his pen and Fabian signed deciding to leave the place. He will start going to his future coach's gym the next day. He looked upstairs and felt sorry for Lenny, he liked him but didn't want to bother him by having to take care of three kids even though he says he found a sponsor.

Rob laughs at the look on my face, then moves to sit beside the boy in question. Kieran’s not even paying attention – he’s just scrolling on his phone. Rob peers over and starts whispering to him, which piques my curiosity. For some reason, I can’t shake the need to know what’s going on, and I frown as this hot feeling rises in my chest.

I have too many questions that running through my mind but I just brush it off. We came closer to him and my manager has this stupid creepy smile on his face. "Good afternoon Mr. Sebastian" my manager greeted him and I just looking at them. Zeus looked at us but more like looking at me. He stands up at the sofa and greeted back. "Good afternoon" He politely greeted us, but he is not smiling. He still cute though. "By the way, He is Matthew Styles and he will gonna be your best friend in the series. So you have to get along." My manager explains again.

BRYAN’S POV Until now, it seems like what happened earlier is so unreal. Fiancee? What nonsense is that? She doesn't even have a boyfriend. She's an NBSB(no boyfriend since birth), for cry out loud. And now someone will suddenly come out and introduce himself as her fiancee?! Maybe Alex just planned that because he found out what Gian and I did? There is a possibility that she is doing this to avoid me? That's right, Bryan! That guy is not Alex's fiancee.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

I was Haven Kenway, and I would not let some stupid, twelve-year-old boy get to me. I grabbed my favorite pencil — one of the good ones, the kind with the type of eraser that didn’t leave annoying streaks on the paper — and I sharpened it with my handheld sharpener until it was as pointy as possible. My pencils always had to be sharp. I couldn’t stand dull pencils. I then took out a piece of my nice, crisp, white paper with perfect blue lines, and wrote back to my pen pal who didn’t want me.

She draws out the words, eyes glittering with glee. "I am dedicated," I say. "There's a reason I'm not going, it's just... personal." I'm sure that must sound extremely stupid. Beth's eyes twinkle. "Well, I guess not all Enfablers are for life. There are always gonna be wannabes". It's ironic that Beth would say that. She and the other Bs only really got into Fable at the end of last year, but since then they've made up for lost time. The Three Bs are the kinds of girls who give Enfablers a bad name. Sending threats to the boys' girlfriends on Twitter. Hating on other fandoms. Turning fans against each other.