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Caleb asked, turning to Nate who merely shrugged his shoulders. “Man, you already exhausted your words for today?” Caleb asked and Phillip burst into laughter. “She has been stomaching it for years now; do you think anything is going to change with her presence now?” Phillip asked and Caleb shook his head. He brought out his phone and clicked on the blogpost that showed both Sia and Samantha getting out of the cab. Sia had her hair falling over her face while Samantha had her hair tied up into a ponytail at the back of her head.

I asked -" Who are you?" She was a 9-10 years old girl. Pale skin and curly hair. Her clothes were ragged and she looked tired. but her smile still looked beautiful. She looked at me and asked-" Are you Parsahwna Macduff?" I was shocked to hear my name from her mouth as I nodded in response and asked-" Yes but who are you and what are you doing here?" " I am Sheera"- She said while looking at me. " Sheera? The moon elve that was abducted ?"- I asked looking absolutely shocked at her.

She was wearing a white glowing dress from Chanel " someone's looking sexy , trying to seduce the billionaire Anna ? " Dona said sarcastically. " Shut up Donna " i said while getting into the car " I personally think you look beautiful" Isaac said " Thanks , you look good too " said " I'm sitting right here " Dona said a little annoyed, despite the fact that I'm her best friend, she gets jealous easily . We arrive to the ceremony and went inside , and my eyes went straight to Damon who was standing with Mr. Williams and few other teachers , he spotted me and smiled , i look away blushing again

She gasps, and slaps her hand over her mouth as if she knew she had just said something silly. "He's here." "Who is?" she asks a couple of moments later of recollecting herself. "Hunter." I say, before looking back up at her, feeling utterly defeated. "He's come to take me back to hell." Just as I said that, the door to my room bangs hard against the wall as it is forced open. My eyes dart to it only to see Liam standing in the doorway. His eyes frantic and desperate, I noticed, before his gaze landed on me.

“Lmao , who is this ? Does she have no shame at all 😭” “She’s really pretty, but what the hell is doing in public like this ?” “The dude looks really familiar, isn’t he the CEO of aurex media ?” “She’s enjoying it 😭” “Side chick or main chick ? Asking for a friend 👀” “Tag her I know her from somewhere”

The kiss cam finds them first. Of course it does. Luna Quinn and Julian Hayes are standing near the pit of the amphitheater, bathed in the chaotic neon glow of the stage lights, and even in a surging crowd of twenty thousand, they possess the kind of magnetic, effortless beauty that a roaming camera simply cannot resist.

"What now?" "That's her, right? That's Leah!" Ian whipped around—and froze. She'd just walked in. Sea-green dress, simple cut, hugging every curve. Bare shoulders, soft collarbones, hair spilling to her waist. No makeup. Didn't need it. The whole room stared. "Leah... Damn. She looks insane. Ian, you lucky bastard," Owen blurted. Ian felt like he was waking up. He always knew she was beautiful—but this? This was unreal.

Clad in a pink mini-dress and sky-high silver stilettos, she shimmies towards him, and he smiles back at her with one of his own. "Hey, you," he drawls. "Not working tonight?" Nope, just stopped by to hang out," she answers, smiling brightly. Her Omega smell is light and sweet, but nothing compared to the divine smell of Sama Arthur's. And, with Alex Henry blocking his path, he loses track of the men who kidnapped her. "Sama Arthur's working though, you should come and say hi to her!" Come and say hi. If Alex Henry knew what brought him there, she would never utter those words.

I asked, worried about her silence. Irina was the goddamn prettiest woman I knew. At twenty-one, she stunned with shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes so deep they were almost purple. She carried this aura of sadness on her shoulders. “Would you believe me if I said I’ve had an undead lover or two?” Both Sammie and I nodded, hanging on her every word and eagerly waiting for more information. She smiled with that heart-shattering sadness she had perfected. “It’s true. I have.”

Then she reaches for the lava cake and slices it in half, handing me the gooey side with the most chocolate. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” she says. “I know what he did to you. What you lost. But Samie… you can’t fight him if you lose yourself every time he breathes on you.” I nod slowly, biting into the cake, letting the warmth melt away some of my self-loathing. “I haven’t told him who I am yet,” I say. “Not really. He knows I’m Samantha now. But not… the other part.” “Alice McQueen,” she murmurs.