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“Maybe that’s why I need you. You don’t let the chaos win.” She rolled her eyes, trying to deflect all the sweet praise from what he said. “You need me because I’m good at my job. Don’t make it personal.” “It already is,” Roman answered, his voice lower. The air moved between them, the lines she had boldy tried establishing blurring in ways she wasn’t ready to accept. "I am going to rest my head" Ava said closing her eyes immediately as she tried to ruin the weird tension. By morning, Ava’s phone buzzed with hundreds of messages. The article had gone viral, and the damage was spreading. Clara called first, her voice rigid.

“The ideal little thorn in my side has finally removed herself from my existence.” Beatrice, reclining on a chaise by the window, looked up from her cup of tea. “Gone, yes,” she reflected, her tone tinged with pleasure. “But is it for good? That’s what we ought to ponder.” Catherine pivoted, her silk robe swirling around her legs as she approached. “Oh, come now, Mother. Allow me to relish this moment. Amelia has finally recognized the inevitability of her situation. She couldn’t withstand the stress, the accusations. She understood she was defeated.”

Isaac chokes out. I smile, whoever—I have a solid idea who it is—gave this to me is going to pay. Oh no, not because they accused me of being a witch and casting a spell on Isaac, or because they accused me of not being his twin. (I'd kill to not even be related to him.) No, they are going to pay because they made me suffer by making me decipher a whole freaking paragraph. The person wrote like, twelve sentences and I had to take like, twenty minutes to read it. I hate reading. I hate it with a burning passion. If I could, I would just not take English altogether. But alas, I can't, so here I am, taking a course I wish I could just burn and send to the depths of—nope—farther than Hell. That'

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she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

Which one would he choose, Ella or his own flesh and blood? Tough decisions had to be made. Would the biggest test to their love bring them closer or tear them apart? This book, just like the first book, will be able to be read as stand-alone and the first five chapters will be free to read. The second book will be updated daily in September. For the time being, please enjoy this author's other work in GoodNovel : "Taming The Wild Duke" and "Falling for the Beast". For Falling for the Beast, you can read it for FREE for the time being. Search it on broswer/website (not application - because free stories are not in Application at the moment). You can add it to your library via website and the

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

“You are perfect.” *~ The End ~*

he murmured, lips curving into that devilish grin again, “your parents inspired you, huh?” I shoved him. “Oh my God, stop!” He laughed, catching my wrist and pulling me back between his arms. “Admit it, Princess. You’re already writing their redemption arc in your head.” “Maybe,” I said, trying not to smile. “But only because watching them made me realise something.” “What’s that?” “That love isn’t perfect,” I said. “It’s messy and loud and sometimes really inconvenient. But when it’s real, it finds its way back—even if it has to take a detour through hell first.”