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Not long after I left, Malcolm went to open the door. Summer walked out of the kitchen with a plate of washed fruit. She seemed to have made herself at home. "What are you looking at?" she asked. He glanced outside the door, but I was nowhere to be seen. For some reason, he felt a little annoyed. "Nothing," he replied. "Just throwing out some trash." She sat on the couch and immediately called him out. "The trash can is still full. Look, Malcolm. If you're still into Willow, I can just get rid of the baby. Neither of us deserves this bullshit from you."

I could already imagine tugging it harshly, while I have her from behind. I could hear her laughter, as we were greeted by one of her friends. It was a very nice sound that made me turn her way and at the same time, she look at me raising an eyebrow. Well....well... "So ladies, this is Winston, and his brother Allen, and this is Jack, and lastly my twin brother Grady." "Hei Jack, you're the bartender right? I'm Lucie...girls I got dibs on him..." she was the first one, who bravely approached our so-called pack.

“ ‘Summertime.’ ” Conor smiled and ran his hand over his guitar. “All right, bro. ‘Summertime’ it is.” Titus counted them in, and they all kicked in with the beat, perfectly in tune. I leaned my head to the side as Conor begun to sing. You and me, girl, we were meant to be, Wave surfin’, sunset kissin’, Dawn ’til dusk, dusk ’til dawn, But you were a summertime dream, Never meant to be, oh girl . . .

'Very bad luck,' everyone thought. Unfortunately, it wasn't luck, but Sieghal optimized his skills as a hidden taker and the contact lenses he used throughout the game. "Will you finish the game here, sir?" Sieghal asked the remaining players. A waiter brought whiskey, and greedily, they drank it as if it was a supplement boosting their energy and sanity for unnecessary risks. "Argh! This is crazy! My first game on the cruise, and I feel I'm losing everything!" a guest grumbled. Sieghal glanced at the man, expressionless.

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

(18+ scene) beware! "I think I can walk by myself," Summer said when Luxian offered to carry her upstairs after the check-up at the pack clinic. "Don't be stubborn, Summer. I know you're in pain." Luxian's voice was cold, but his eyes looked sincere. "I can do it," Summer insisted, Summer tried to ignore him, turning her head away to avoid eye contact. She didn't want to be swayed by his kindness -or rather, what she believed was him pretending to be kind. Because she knew he wasn't.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

As we started walking away, she asked mockingly, "Serena, leaving so soon after seeing Liam and me? Aren't we old friends? Not even a greeting for us?" Sensing her blatant baiting, irritation bubbled up inside me. But with my father's surgery coming up, I didn't want to invite any trouble right now. Ever outspoken, Summer shot back with a fiery gaze at Julia. "Who's gracing us with her presence? Ah, it’s the infamous homewrecker. Moved up in the world and here to flaunt, are we?" Summer stared at Julia, causing a visible shift in Julia's features. The anger in her eyes was palpable.

“Isn’t it how the world works? Win through any means necessary. You will break the rules so that you can get ahead in life. Do not pretend that you do not understand what I am implying to.” He raised his gun again, but this time I stepped forward and spread my arms wide. “What? Are you going to kill us both? Do it to me! Pull the gun at me!” With a steady hand, I met his gaze, daring him to go through with it. His grip on the cold gun tightened, but gradually, he put his hand down while his eyes burned with anger. He took a menacing step forward, yet his voice was strangely calm. “You know I can’t do that, Summer,” he uttered darkly. “You know I could never hurt you.”

Saul said. "Do you play games? I'm really good at games. Have you cleared After School? Need a walkthrough?" The guy with the bedhead smiled, flashing a set of perfectly white teeth. "She cleared the game ages ago," Saul said. All seven of them, including those who had been dozing off, immediately sat up and looked at Summer. "You cleared it?" Summer nodded. "It was quite hard. I actually spent a lot of time on it." Even though she had written the game's script, the choices were randomized in the final version, which made each playthrough unique. It wasn't as hard for her as it was for others, but it wasn't easy, either.