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Hart's hand stayed up. He looked at the woman. He looked at Nora. He didn't move. "I said let her go." Hart lowered his hand. Stepped back. His jaw was tight. "Who are you?" The woman walked closer, gun still on him. "My name is Sarah. You knew me once. Before you tried to kill me." Hart's face drained of color. "Sarah. You're dead." "I'm not dead. I've been waiting. Watching. Waiting for someone like her to come along."

"Hi it's me again Sarah Jordan I'm sorry I haven't been updating you guys, it's just that I've been going through a lot these days I don't know how to explain. I just found out that my sister is into something really dangerous and I'm trying to talk her out of it but she wouldn't just listen to me. I just hope I'll be able to talk some sense into her" "Hi, My life hasn't been really great these days turns out I have a half sister somewhere out there her name is Ariela Cohen and she's the daughter of a billionaire and now my sister is set to destroy their entire family she thinks she's the reason why our mother had died and why our lives is like this. Right now I just hope I'm able to get to

But the scars of what happened wouldn’t fade overnight. Leah squeezed her eyes shut, before opening them again. – – – Sarah sat on the edge of the cheap hotel bed, staring at the television screen. The news was everywhere. The warehouse bust, Conrad’s shooting, Big Margaret’s arrest. She took a deep breath and turned up the volume. Sarah exhaled slowly. Conrad was dead. Her hands shook slightly as she grabbed her phone. She had expected chaos after her betrayal, but a part of her still felt... numb. Her life with Conrad hadn't been sweet, but now that it was over, she didn’t feel free. She felt lost.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

The last thing I could do was to contact a friend on the dark web who lived in California but I'd never met with her before. She knows where I lived but I never permitted her to come see me. Her name was Sarah Connors. 'Hey' I sent a message to her and she responded a few minutes later, 'Who is this?' My brows furrowed, why was she asking, 'It's me Sofia, have you forgotten my fake ID so easily' She answered, 'I don't know what you're talking about 'You're acting creepy, Girl. I just wanted to ask about my apartment, I heard people were killed there during my absence. Goodbye then, Sarah..I'll find another way' I made to close our chat window when a new messag

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Scarlett, There was a commotion in the corridor, and I heard people running. I sat up in bed, and I knew we were under attack. It was sudden, and I did not know what to do. Why hadn't my mates returned yet? I felt someone try my door, and when it didn't open, the person broke the lock. The man was huge, easily six feet six inches. I swallowed because his brown eyes had a murderous look in them. I did not know what to do. I wasn't a fighter.

Fucking great. I take a nice warm shower and decide to do a little work. I take out my laptop and my curiosity gets the best of me. I open g****e and search "Sarah Jones". A very gorgeous, practically perfect blonde woman shows up on my screen. She's 30 but she looks like she's 20 or so. She's also a Victoria Secret Angel. How am I supposed to compete with a lingerie model? Sarah is also British, don't know how she ended up in Spain.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”