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We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!

"Are you planning how to kill me? I'm deadly allergic to grapes if that helps." "I'll make sure to keep that in mind!" I flip him the finger and hurry to catch Penelope as she steps down. "Beautiful as always!" She shrieks, pulling me in by my waist. I giggle and smile completely, whipping Aiden and his stupid antics out of my head. "I've missed you, Penelope. You look gorgeous." Penelope has a bad girl persona. Black hair. Average height. And those lips could make heads turn. "Aiden Smith." He just has to ruin everything. I scowl and grimace at what I have to do next.

His adamant denials left her feeling foolish, but not convinced. The roof peak of the cinderblock building where the vampires were being held appeared above waves of hay ready for harvest. With renewed vigor, she forced her way through the tall silken grass that would transform into rigid stalks once cut and dried. Frustration rose at how it wound around her leg from time to time as if trying to prevent her from her final destination. By the time she reached the building’s coarse exterior, she felt exhausted from the journey.

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He said sincerely as Chance nodded and walked through the gray stone wall, disappearing completely within the void. Chance and the gray world with an ill Skye I blinked my eyes several times adjusting my sight to the strange dull gray world. I didn't know how I was going to locate Skye so I continued walking along the wall that seemed to extend forever. "I'm the Alfheim king and I need a spirit's help," I shouted. I waited for one to appear. When nothing did I continued. I glanced around and noticed that for the feared void there weren't many individuals inside. I'd heard that Rowan's wife had cracked it allowing several of the residents to become released. I stopped suddenly and frowned sli

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~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

I don’t want to upset her. “No, I’m not. My mother, is─was part Brazilian. She was an anthropologist. She died years ago, and I moved in with my uncle until he died last year. It’s just Lyria and me. We were celebrating my twenty-fifth I lean back in the chair with a quirked brow. “You’re twenty-five. I would have thought you were much younger.” Penelope shrugs her shoulders, loosening one of the strings as it glides haplessly down her arm. “I told the woman who took us that I was eighteen after I overheard her saying she wanted young, innocent girls. Have your men found her?”

It was hard to believe how quickly time could go by. I looked up at the cloudy sky. There had been no snow this year, just disgusting cold rain. Frau Holle had not even appeared over Christmas. It had been the fourth Christmas without Wynn. This thought made my already bad mood sink a bit. A few weeks ago, after three years of practical training, I passed my training as a Venator with flying colors. So not only was I a trained monster hunter, I was also one of the best Venators in our guild. Just like I always wanted.

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.