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Someone ripped it. April Rose felt like there were a lot of important information about Cassandra Spellflower that was taken out of the book. She felt a surge of eagerness to know more about Cassandra. She flipped the pages of the book hoping to find the ripped pages, but she couldn’t find them. She grabbed a different book, flipped the pages over and over again only to find nothing but dust falling. She grabbed two more books and flipped them in hopes of finding the missing pages. Instead of finding the ripped pages, she noticed something fell from one of the books she just flipped. It was an old photo. She went down on her knees and picked up the photo, and when she flashed the light on it

We walk past tables lined with cards and dice, velvet cloths, and servers in crisp white shirts carrying trays of champagne. The place smells expensive, that mix of perfume, cash, and something darker beneath. A man with slicked hair and too many rings nods at us, his gaze lingering on me a moment too long. I force a smile that feels like paper. Rosie leans close and whispers, “You’re fine. Just breathe.” I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray, my fingers trembling slightly. The bubbles rise in the golden light like tiny lies, elegant and empty. I pretend to sip, even though my stomach is already twisting.

Rose says grabbing my arm and pulling me out the door and to the Limo. We climb in and Rose imminently grabs shot glasses and pours 5 vodka shots. We shoot back the shots. We talk about random shit and Rose keeps handing me alcohol. "Brooke tonight any alcohol I hand you you have to drink it," Rose states. I give her a glare. "It takes you forever to get drunk so just allow me to do this," she says. "Fine," I give up. "Yay now drinks this," she says handing me a glass of champagne.

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Lestat said "Yes, Sire. is there anything else you would like?" The woman asked as she was looking him up and down. I didn't like the way she was staring at him "That is all for me. Rose, you and your sisters order whatever you want," Lestat said "Um, I will take a salad," I said. "And," The woman asked

As she is distracted, I run a short distance away to shift and then race back with the red Rose bouquet I hid earlier and wait for her to turn around. When she turns, she freezes in shock and I give her a wolfy grin back, the roses held gently in my jaws. ** “Lydia, I have a question for you.” “Okay.” “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat, to the wolf, with the red roses?” ** Her pupils dilate with lust and her breathing increases, she understands the meaning behind those words. This is my pledge to her, my eternal promise, to be hers for life as she is mine.

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

I rasp painfully. I unzip the dress lowering it off her body. I have seen her half naked times before but her body never ceases to amaze me. She is very beautiful. I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time.

Because of his damned pride, he denied that he loved me and kept planning with those friends to toy with me. "They said my taste was bad... I was just confused for a while..." "Confused for a while?" I laughed coldly. "You watched me sell my grandmother's house for you and empty the wedding fund my mother left me. "You let those men trample my cat to death." I spread my hands, covered in wounds from rose thorns. "You even made me wrap nine hundred ninety-nine roses for Anne Chase, watching my hands get pierced by thorns because I needed the money. "Lucas, tell me. Was that also because you were confused for a while?"

A hope. Evelyn clapped her hands together, the sound sharp and decisive. "Right! Tea is inadequate. We need champagne! Well, I need champagne. Sophie, darling, Marguerite makes a spectacular alcohol-free sparkling elderflower concoction. You’ll adore it." She moved towards a discreet intercom panel hidden behind a giant monster leaf. "Marguerite? The ’09 Dom Pérignon. Immediately. And the special elderflower for Sophie. We are celebrating a seismic event!" As she spoke into the intercom, Damian drew me closer. He slid his arm fully around my waist, his large hand settling possessively over my lower belly.