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After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

“Yeah, that’s me.” “You are amazing, holy shit, I loved your stuff.” I’m still trying to put together what happened to this woman. One day, she was all over the internet and topping the charts. Now, when I picture those days, I notice it’s been a very long time since she put anything out. “This is a strange request, but can we sit and talk?” I cock my head to the side. “Sorry?” “You’re Ophelia Lane, right?” “Yes, I’m dating Asher Slater.”

she muttered, how people can love another person so much that they could kill themselves. “What?” She lifted her gaze and saw Samson standing there. She realized she was sitting in her Pj’s with messed up hair and leftover food on her couch. “What are you doing here? The door was closed,” she snapped, but Samson knew where she used to keep her secret key. “I have to change the location,” “Oh, you better be because I don’t want people to see my therapist like this.” his eyes trailed from her face towards her toes, stopped at her belly button, and returned to meet her gaze.

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I whisper to myself, knowing that Leo is able to hear me too. “ and now… ” I look up, my eyes displaying all sinister emotions perfectly. “ She’s mine. ”

I stood there looking at the shadow ghostly figure that was standing across my kitchen, trying to make sense of what I was looking at. “What are you?” I asked. “I was sent here by the black witch. She says that you can’t hide.” He said. “Then why isn’t she here to tell me that?” I asked. “Because you’re surrounded by werewolves.” He said. “Bullshit. That didn’t stop her last time. She doesn’t know where I am.” I said.

She was curled up on a park bench, covered with several sheets of newspaper—and it was obvious that she'd stopped breathing. "Based on the identification documents we found on her, we confirmed that she was a tourist from Canvelia. We also found her clutching this tightly." Another police officer took out an evidence bag. Inside it was a worn photo, slightly blurred from water damage. It was a photo of me, one taken by the sea just after I'd received my new prosthetic limb. I was wearing a white shirt and staring out at the water, smiling carefreely. "Are you acquainted with this woman?" the officer queried.

She’s a psychotic walking doll. She’s chewing gum, her lips painted a deep shade of brown. Her long black claws are stupidly sharp as she wraps her gum around her tattooed finger before shoving it back into her mouth. “Ah, the grim reaper herself. What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask, my tone hostile. “Aww, didn’t you miss me?” she asks sickeningly sweetly. Layla looks between us, clearly wondering who she is. “Who… I’m Layla. Nice to meet you.”

The faint scent of jasmine—the same scent that always lingered on his wife’s body—assaulted his senses. "Don’t play games with me. I know it’s you. How is it possible that you’re still alive? And how can you be here?" Sheina laughed—an elegant laugh that felt like a razor blade slicing through skin. "Mr. Xavier, I’ve often heard that the wealthy of Manhattan tend to have delusions of grandeur, but I didn't expect you to suffer from facial delusions as well. My name is Sheina Blake. I was born and raised on the outskirts of London. If you are looking for your ex-wife or an old flame, I suggest you look elsewhere, not in my gallery."

As my vision blurred, and I felt myself nearing death in the body I had sculpted, a sudden, frantic pounding of footsteps echoed through the hall. "Cathy!" Sebastian's voice. He lifted me out of the sculpture, concern etched deep in every movement. "It's okay. I'm here. I've got you. We're leaving." … Meanwhile, Theo had just finished soothing Hannah, yet an unreasoning irritation gnawed at him. He felt his punishment had been sufficient and was about to have someone release me. Then one of his men rushed in, clutching several reports, face pale and urgent. "Mr. Bennett, the anonymous donor who gave you a kidney after you escaped the kidnappers… We compared the records with Ms. Catherine Wol