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' It hinted before clearing its throat and with a condescending tone of voice it said, 'If not for me saving you in the nick of time, that girl who pushed you off the building would have killed you already and you would definitely be dead meat by now. Audrey, on the other hand, heard all of that but refused to say something. Instead, she focused on praying against the odds that everything was but a weird dream of hers. The cat could see through this and he was aware of the other party's attempt to avoid his presence. He knew she was determined to pretend like he was not there and when the girl made it clear for all eyes to see that she wanted to be cold towards her savior and was even giving

"But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to." Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one

According to the note she could read, Catherine had made up imaginary people, or in this case, lovers whom she thought were real. How the hell did the story move from romantic to downright crazy? If this was the history she was supposed to write into a book, was it still worth writing? Would people be interested in reading this? Or rather, would Jack want it? She picked up her phone and called Jake. "Hey, Jake" "Amor. How are you? What's up?" "I kinda need your brain if it's free", Meg said "Oh, uhm, I'm using it to think at the moment but I'm sure it'll be free in an hour or two. Where do you want to pick it up? And I must warn you, it is not the best of brains", Jake told her.

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I just fake a smile and face-palm on them. My pretty face gets a lot of wrinkles because of these witches. ——— We finally finished moving all of Thea’s stuffs and arranged them all, it was very tiring. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes for a few minutes. I sigh and looked at my phone, I visited my first novel on a online platform. Since I really broke down when I lost him. I started to write proses, poems, short stories and craft novels. I am not aiming for money, I just want to express myself. Each thoughts I have with him, yeah it’s all because of him.

Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

I wondered, sifting through the dust. “Master, take a look at this,” Kitty called out, gesturing toward a tattered leather book lying in the dirt. I approached it, bending down to pick it up. I blew off a thick layer of dust, revealing the word faint on the cover: Diary I turned to the first page. The faded handwriting read: Today I gave birth to my babies, but one is human and the other is a werewolf... Elora said she would kill them. What should I do?

CHAPTER 103 IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU NARRATOR'S POV Charlotte stared at the man who had changed her life with a single bite, the man who had the wolf inside her all fuzzy. She had planned for years in her head what she would do to him if she met him, she swore to tear him limb from limb, and she would never forgive him she had sworn.

Well there's no way I would spend my own wedding night wallowing in self-pity, so I decided to explore the mansion further. After a warm shower in the very luxurious bathroom, I put on a short gown and I wandered through the hallways, taking in the breathtaking art and craftsmanship that adorned every surface. The mansion was eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from the soft rustle of my skirts and the distant murmurs of the staff. I ventured deeper into the mansion, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the walls. As I turned a corner, I stumbled upon a library, its towering shelves filled with countless leather-bound books.

I should have known Claire wouldn’t let it go. By the time I dragged myself behind the counter the next morning, she was already there waiting for me, leaning against the register with the biggest cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. “Oh, good, you’re here,” she said, sipping her coffee like she was about to deliver world-shaking news. I narrowed my eyes. “What did you do?” She batted her lashes innocently. “Me? Nothing. Well… unless you count saving your love life.”