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Epilogue “And this is how the prince met the lady of his dreams and they lived together forever,” she said and kissed the forehead of the fawn head boy. “Hey mom, you kissed him last night, you don’t love me,” said the other boy angrily. “Hey I love you both” she said and kissed his forehead too “We love you too mom” the both said in one voice. “Now it's time for bed, no more talking,” she said. “Mom, I have a question: did the prince practice magic?” he asked. “Yeah he did,” she said, smiling.

"And Ms. Emerson? She didn't let them off easily." Josh felt a chill run down his spine as Alex dropped the bombshell. "Lucky for you, Ms. Emerson has a sixth sense for these things, and this guy's crescent is exactly where she wants it, down to the millimeter. "Sit tight. If he's the chosen one, you're not just off the hook for the seven million five hundred thousand bucks. Your buddy's gonna roll out the red carpet, and you'll be living the high life together."

The air smelled of paper, ink, and old timber — the comforting perfume of imagination and memory intertwined. Clara Wilson, barely sixteen years old, stood on a small stool behind the front window, her forehead resting lightly against the cool glass. Her breath fogged the pane as she traced absent shapes in the mist with her fingertip. She watched raindrops race one another downward, merging, separating, vanishing at the sill. There was something hypnotic in their movement — a quiet competition with no clear winner.

I needed to concentrate and then get ready for the show. I walked into the bedroom and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what was on the bed. A beautiful black guitar, with a golden ribbon bow tied around the neck. I ran over to him and saw that there were two gift boxes. One large and one small, in golden color and with a black bow on each. I took the guitar in my hands and slid my fingers slowly over the strings, producing a full-bodied, continuous sound that I loved. I placed it gently on the bed and went to open the larger package. I pulled the black bow and lifted the lid of the box, finding myself with a laptop and a cell phone. There was also an envelope with a note that said: My pri

Caitlyn" died. Unfortunately she was still pregnant. We all were crying for her sorrowful death. She and her unborned baby yet , when the rain stopped, and they covered her face with the white sheet , I was there to witness it all, she suddenly woke up like a corpse ,then screamed high and loud ,and blood were coming from the inside of her wetting the whole bed sheets to the floor, I can remember the smell. till today it is unforgetable thing . suddenly it started raining again but it wasn't normal rain, it was very heavy rain I have never witnessed before , yet it was like waking up to the warmth of the morning , the rain became blooded all crops were stained in red , we only saw red for lo

It’s not a question, but somehow it still felt like one. The Prince hummed, his eyes fixed on the bare expanse of her back, every inch of her on display for him. As his fingers touched her, he laid his palm flat on her back, just for a second making her arch. “Yeah, baby,” He murmured, voice turned rough than before. The Prince didn’t wait for her to answer, pouring half of the bottle of champagne on her back. Jane cried, even though she must have been expecting it, back tensing under the onslaught. Liquid streamed down her sides, her round ass, her thighs, pooling in the small of her back. It turned her skin golden, somehow, almost glittering in the light.

Princess Seri stepped out of her room, her periwinkle gown flowing elegantly behind her as she made her way towards the main hall of the Riovas palace. The princesses had received an invitation from the queen to meet up with her. She knew it was an honor. So, she wanted to make sure that she'd leave a great impression without looking like she was trying too hard. Now that it's starting to build up in her mind, it's making her more and more nervous. It's a good thing that she talked to Janine about meeting up after breakfast because that small interaction with Prince Hazan was enough to make her heart beat as fast as a running cheetah for days.

Nothing ever came of it. “I think Davis did really well keeping a lid on things,” Kale openly suspected. “It will not be the same for this event.” “Raine!” A giddy woman calls out to me, walking swiftly through the stragglers who have yet to enter the theater and find their seats. Liz looks beautiful in a pitch black gown. The design in itself is simple, but it works well with her. She rocks the wet hair look, and never waivers from her dark makeup. Behind her, Karen struts behind. She wears an off white mini dress that has a row of ruffles at the ends. Also cute, but we all knew I outshined both of them. “You look amazing!” I grin.

Dina and Chris were set to go for their dinner at Mrs. Wright’s house, after they bid the other children in the orphanage goodbye they left. Dina was wearing an orange gown that was up to her knee, with a silver necklace that had a butterfly at the center and a pair of a silver slip-on. She let her hair fall to the sides of her face and attached little black hairpins to hold it down, and on her lips, she applied pink lip-gloss to make it moist and beautiful. While Chris was wearing a shirt and a pair of brown trousers.