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I-- "Hello, I-I'm sorry for interrupting, but I'm such a big fan. I came from the University of Alabama, and I just want you to know that I value your cause... 100%. Nobody back home could speak up the way you did. I couldn't speak up in the way you did. In fact, my parents don't even know that I applied to be a part of this lab. I'm working up the courage to tell them. Anyway, you inspire me, and I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done."

Ravan POV: It was almost mid night when I drove back to my mansion completely DRUNK, Yes! I had whole two bottles of scotch as my mind was still stuck on ‘Aisha’ innocent face, the instant I got down of my Aurus Senat I saw guddu who was sitting on last step of my front door staircase also it somewhat looked like he was patiently waiting for my arrival “What are you still doing here?” I questioned in my deep voice while passing him as I made my way inside my mansion “Nothing! I.. I was just waiting for your arrival” he said following me from behind “Are you thirsty Guddu? Let’s have a drink” I promptly questioned and suggested him as I made my way towards my kitchen to get some chilled beer

The caretaker stopped scrubbing Violet's back, then she placed the washcloth on Violet's leff shoulder before leaving through the curtains. Violet sighed and continued scrubbing her back while listening to the conversation between the madam and Piggy. “This is clay soil, ma'am, you might not know this but clay soil is effective in tackling itch on skin, it also improves skin colour.” ”Are you sure this isn't a trick to—” “—I would never hurt Violet! She's my..” Piggy sighed, “This is a folk remedy only few know but it works! And besides, Violet would kill me if I gave her a wrong prescription.”

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I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

] [Let's see what business the Bells are involved in! I could not help but laugh as I scrolled through the comments, replying to a few. [Yep, you're right. I'm just using my family's money to do whatever I want. It's so satisfying to not work for anyone else. Take it or leave it, or you can try to convince the author to sell you the copyright!] [We sell fishing rods. Go ahead and boycott us!] Fishers did not care about the entertainment industry, and if they were to boycott us, they would never find better fishing rods.

The echoes are still there, waiting, and they’ll be louder than ever when we return. 🖤 Echoes of Ruin resumes January 1st.

Larissa had hired an expensive celebrity makeup artist and was dressed to perfection, clinging to Alan's arm with a bright smile. Alan looked sharp as always in a gray suit, but his eyes kept sweeping over the crowd restlessly. He wondered where I was, and the excitement he had felt earlier slowly turned into unease. Even so, the press conference had to continue. Alan tightened his lips and took the microphone. "Good evening. I'm Alan Holt, president of Holt Enterprise. Today's event is to announce our partnership with Galken Group on the Vespera project in Westarken. This project…"

It’s been three days since we last saw each other and it was at that time when we had adobo for dinner. An emergency occurred in France and Daevon had no choice but to book an immediate flight towards there; concerning one of their factories. I was busy encoding some works on my computer when my phone beeped. I checked to see who it was on the screen and the name that engulfed my view was none other than a man’s name. Ivann Sorry, it’s been a long time since I texted. I’ve been busy at my dad’s company but like I said, can we talk? Don’t worry, I mean no harm. I just want to give you something and maybe perhaps we can call it closure.

Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations? Welcome to CAM and find your ideal streamer!