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Gavin grabbed the glass and drained it in one go, even licking the last drops from the sides. After a long pause, he finally asked, "Wesley, do you believe someone can be reborn?" "You must be dreaming," I said. He took a deep breath. "No, I'm serious. There is a scorching apocalypse on the way, and Jennifer... she was with someone else!" I gave him a nudge. "Stop talking nonsense." Gavin tried to calm me down and continued his story with great emotion. That night, I had the ring ready and had set up a romantic scene with Gavin's help, all set to propose to my girlfriend Jennifer.

This time,she felt she was unlucky to have sharp hearing ability because their words made her nervous. One of the lackeys of the school queen was outside at that time. "Isn't that Tony's stalker? Why does she look so different? She said, Gabriella walked into the party and rushed to find her place to sit. She looked around and saw Tony seated at a corner,staring right at her . He quickly looked away when their eyes met. "Was he looking at me?" Gabriella asked herself. She couldn't stop herself from throwing quick glances at him every time.

She needed a plausible narrative, any story that could divert his relentless inquiry, to plug the gaping holes that had just appeared in her hurried fabrication. She had to invent something, and she had to do it fast, before his gaze dissected her completely. The first, most convenient name that presented itself, the shadow that still loomed largest over the wreckage of her life, was the only one that made any logical sense to offer. "Sebastian," she blurted out, the name feeling bitter and foreign on her tongue, an oath she never thought she’d utter again in connection with anything sacred. The lie tasted like ash, like poison, but she forced herself to articulate it, to construct a believa

but I want more. Even though I don't know if it was poisoned, or drugged, or just part of his plan to manipulate me, I'm still here. Still breathing. Still confused. I don't understand why this is happening. Why does he treat me like I'm something precious, when I feel like I'm not even real? And that name... the one the butler or assistant whispered quietly, Sebastian. Is that who he is? Sebastian... Looking into his eyes feels like standing at the edge of the ocean, peaceful and calm on the surface... but underneath, a storm is raging.

"Holy shit Tina, you really had the best night of your life with Mr One Night Stand! Does he have a name?" "Of course he does but I didn't ask." "Stop lying Christina!" Tiffany said and began to tickle me until I was clutching my stomach to stop the laugh. "Sebastian, his name was Sebastian" I huffed. "Christina and Sebastian, aka #Sebina I like the way it sounds. Consider my ship has been built." "Why build a ship that has no destination to sail for Tiffany?" "You never know Tina, you never know." I don't believe in fate or destiny. But what I believe was in chanced encounters and I already had my chance.

I had even met with him privately, not to mention that I had even informed him that I needed his assistance before we had even met. He could have found the opportunity to exert his revenge then. I couldn't understand anything. I dragged in another sharp breath and exhaled raggedly, first I had to find out if it was the same Ronnie, two people could surely answer the same name. My gaze darted towards Sebastian wondering how he had known about it. He straightened from the bed and made his way towards me, his upper half naked, while his lower half was covered by the sheets. His fingers caressed my face, his deep gaze almost affectionate, but it didn't make the impact of his next words hit any l

She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving intensity. "Eavon! It's so good to see you!" she gushed. "And who is this?" She turned her attention to me, her smile tight. Eavon wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "This is my wife, Shay." I stood tall, refusing to return her saccharine smile. The woman's eyes widened in surprise. "Your wife? I didn't even know you were seeing someone!" She gave me a forced, brittle smile. "Congratulations! I'm Athena."

"If she knew Ryan Conner, her so sweet and so gentle boyfriend would become so aggressive and a money-grubber like his stepfather slash father-in-law, Jeremy Harper, I think she would have never rejected Gabriel over him." I can't be nice this time. Or carry on with being the naive Sabrina. My tune has to be sharp and my face has to be stiff. I tell myself. Of course, where I stand and who I can't manage having eye contact with, in particular, are never my comfort zone, but sooner or later this confrontation is inevitable. Like my encounter with Abel. Both of them have to happen. It's hard to meet Ryan's eyes now although, in contrast, we used to compete with each other when we were younger

But they didn’t even have time to gossip about her death because barely two months after her casket was lowered into the ground, Harrison Archwood remarried. To Sabrina’s absolute horror, he married the mother of the woman who had bullied her all throughout high school. Her already tense home became a hellscape with Mira Rosefield—her father’s new wife—and Reliana Rosefield—her stepsister—determined to make her life a living hell. And Sabrina stopped spending so much time there; she instead spent time with her fiancé of five months, with her childhood best friend, or at her mother’s grave. It was those long visits to her mother’s grave that prompted her to go through her mother’s things one

Sabrina yells and her voice echos through both my phone and Carl’s. It’s almost like I can see the sound travel to Val’s ears. I watch as the sound enters his ear and settles in his brain. His eyes become wide as he recognizes the voice. “Did you say your Luna has a daughter named Sophie?” Val looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Yes, after my favorite aunt, “I lie. “Sabrina, Sedit’s late wife, always wanted to keep the letter S in everyone’s name. She had a dog named Sandy. Her brother was Solen,” Val is studying my face, but I don’t give anything away.