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I keep my eyes steady. “He left me safe,” I correct. Caleb laughs. “Safe. Darling, he left you vulnerable. You followed him because you did not trust him to do this alone. And deep down, you know why.” I exhale slowly. “Tell me then.” His eyes gleam as if he’s been waiting for the invitation. “Alex destroys the people he loves most,” he says simply. “He did it to me. He is doing it to you. He will keep doing it because he only knows how to protect an empire, not a family. And when the two collide, the family becomes collateral.”

CHAPTER 4: MONSTER IN SHINING ARMOR? LIANA'S POV. The atmosphere around us was tense. Hostility brewed as both sides glared at each other, growling. The man I was with and who came to my rescue was Trevor, son of the former Alpha, "The Alpha Who never was," as he was known by. "How dare you desecrate these grounds, with your presence? Still want to take the life of another Alpha? I'm not that easy to kill, nephew," Alpha Roderick said in a disdainful tone and hateful look.

He nodded once, solemn as a priest, and pulled back the sheet. Alexa looked at her sister's face. She wanted to scream. She wanted to fold herself into the smallest possible shape and disappear between the floor tiles. But the scream stayed locked behind her teeth, and her feet stayed planted. Alice's skin was gray. Her lips were blue. Her eyes were closed, but not peacefully, there was tension in her jaw, a tightness that spoke of struggle. The kind of struggle that leaves its fingerprints on the living and follows them into the dark. Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists.

Dusk cloaked the courtyard in silence. Jessica knelt before the execution block, wrists bound, hair disheveled. No crowd cheered. No rebels laughed. Only stillness. --- Alexander stepped forward, holding the shattered flute. “This is not vengeance,” he said, voice cold. “This is truth paid in full.” Jessica met his gaze. “You loved me once.” “No,” he replied. “I loved a lie.” --- The executioner looked to him. He nodded. Steel fell.

Failure to appear will be reported to your academic advisor and may impact your standing in the course. Prof. D. Grayson Lennon stared at the screen until the words blurred. Daily. As in, every day. He felt trapped. He did. But underneath the panic was a shot of relief that coursed through his body like finally breathing in air after holding your breath for a very long time.

"I'm ashamed to tell you that I don't like men, that the person who drives me crazy is you, that my days stop being gray the moment you came into my life. Please... I don't know who I am." He's suffering more than me, having a family that only hurts and confuses you, that's terrible! Alexis is sacrificing a lot of things, for now, the guilt of his mother's impending death is making him a damn submissive, not knowing that he's destroying himself, that he can't put aside what he likes because his mother doesn't accept it. "You can go, I hope you find what you're looking for and that it's not too late when you come back," I point to the door, I don't want to hold him back anymore, this isn't go

The timestamp on the bottom corner read only two weeks ago. Caro felt the blood drain from her face. Her chest tightened, the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. The mug slipped from her hand and shattered against the tile. Alex sprang up. “What the hell? What is wrong with you?” his voice thundered. She turned the photos toward him. Her voice hooked. “What is this, Alex?” He froze immidiately. His eyes scanned the images, then flicked back to her. “They’ re... not what they look like caro.”

I had all good vibes around me. How nice it feels without Aadhvik's interferance in my life. I hope his flight crashes once, just once leaving his black jaguar forever with me. With all over dramatic thoughts within me, I went to sleep. I know this time I am gonna have a good, peaceful sleep after a long time. So how can I miss it. ~ 🥀🖤 ~ "The excess of good things is what I call to be mischievous and that ain't wrong!" ~ Esha Varnav ~

Alessandra swatted her brother with a umbrella and squealed, "I don't see you asking for anyone to marry you." "It's because I am too picky." Ethan protested. Ethan was a shy one, he had shared no more than a chaste kiss with any girl. "Get that animal away from me!" Alessandra protested as Jasper poked his nose into the wagon and against her, "He's going to get me all dirty." "So when are you gonna make an honest woman of Vivian Macabe?" John asked from the front of the wagon, never looking back at his sons. Vince's stomach tightened.

The coffee shop continued around him, the ordinary extraordinary in its persistence, its indifference to his becoming. Grayson Hayes, alone. Not the patient one, the controlled one, the guy who had everything and wanted nothing. Just the person, messed up and not finished and still trying. That was enough. For now. For this moment. For the ending that was also beginning, also love, also the boring real they had reached, finally, possibly, together.