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Chantelle's POV As Delcan asked me out, I could feel my heart racing. I knew I should say no, but something about him made me want to say yes. I could see the hope in his eyes, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him. I felt myself blushing as I gave him my answer. "Yes," I said. His face lit up with joy, and I felt my stomach do a somersault. I didn't know what to expect from this date, but I knew I was in for an adventure. I walked into my house, feeling a rush of joy. My uncle and his family were sitting in the living room, waiting for me to start working, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My thoughts were consumed by the upcoming date with Delcan. I knew it was foolish to get so excited

“Because in this house, the boys rule. Let’s conquer them. I can’t believe you’re real.” I laughed. “I can’t believe it too.” Rachel Sebastian was a very beautiful woman too. She had the smallest symmetrical face, like most Hollywood actresses. Her hair was light brown, long, and had the perfect waves. She looked so young, as if she was only in her forties. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for Rafe to bring a girl here to introduce to us.” She looked up at her son. “We’re beginning to think he’s gay. He’s already thirty-six, you see.”

Because I can't dream of falling for anyone but her in this lifetime. Until then, my quest to find my mysterious Rachel starts now. ******* Rachel "Rachel, do you think daddy loves Jane," Marline asks, scanning pictures of Brandon and Jane and placing them beside each other. "You know you're smarter than any kids your age," I said, sitting beside as Marline smiled at my words. "And yeah I think your daddy loves Jane, and you know a secret..," "What secret..," Marlin said, suddenly excited by my words. "Well, I don't know for sure… but I think, Jane loves Brandon too, in one way or another,"

However, Caeruleus moved behind them and pushed their backs so they will forcefully bow before the Dark Child. “Show yourself!” Finrod dared. The one in the center moved to get rid of the hood. To their surprise, it revealed a female face. “I am the Dark Child.” The woman almost looked the same as Ellaine except for her silver hair. “Prince Finrod, it is nice of you to come visit my palace.” He tried to be freed of the lashed rope but he was wake and injured. “And you, Inwë, long time no see?” Ellaine looked behind her and saw no one. She looked back at the Dark Child who still looked at her directly.

In her office, Marianne Dares stood frozen, her daughter's words echoing in the silence. D.R. Dares. Nationally recognised artist. With trembling fingers, she reached for her phone, typing the name into a search engine. The results loaded, and Marianne's face went pale. Portfolio images. Competition announcements. Articles praising the mysterious artist's exceptional talent. Screenshots of work that was unmistakably, undeniably Dorothy's style, the same delicate linework Marianne had dismissed as "little drawings" for sixteen years.

she rasped when she saw me. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Rachel. I'm from Silver Moon Pack." She coughed, wincing. "Or I was. Before I ran." "Why did you run?" Garrett asked. Rachel's eyes darted towards him, then back to me. "Because I overheard something I wasn't supposed to. About Leighton. About his… allies." "The Blood Moon Cult," Kael said. Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't even know they were real. Thought they were just scary stories. But I saw her. The woman with red eyes."

Her best friend Rachel had been there through all of it. Rachel was thirty-three now, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not in the obvious, flashy way that turned heads at bars, but in a soft, radiant, heart-stopping way. She had warm hazel eyes that crinkled when she laughed, full lips that always seemed to be hiding a secret smile, and curves that made my chest tighten every time she walked into a room. Her dark hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and she had this gentle, caring energy that made everyone around her feel safe. She was sexy without trying, cute without meaning to be, and completely unaware of how badly I wanted her.

Rachel married Matthew Kane for protection, Rachel was using him, Rachel was secretly destroying her own family. And tonight, everyone would believe it, she looked at herself in the mirror. “If Rachel can become a queen…” Her smile grew, “I can watch her fall.” Her phone vibrated again, a message from an unknown number. She opened it and saw one sentence, “Make sure Rachel falls,” Elena’s smile slowly disappeared, because whoever sent it knew her plan, and that meant she wasn’t the only player. THE GALA The Raphael Foundation Gala has always been my father’s favorite event. It was a place where powerful people smiled while hiding knives, I remembered attending years ago.

he asked. “It’s quite a saga,” Darien said and started the car. “It’s not the most pleasant subject either.” By the time Darien had parked the car in the car park, Zach was up to date with what he had missed behind the scenes. The purple haired woman was called Rachelle and she had spent a while planning to attack him. “I really shouldn’t have underestimated her,” Darien said with a sigh. “There is one more thing you should know though. It’s about your flatmate Emilia.”

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]