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“Or inside your head.” I rest my fingers on the keyboard. The system asks for a twelve-character sequence. I close my eyes for a moment, letting my mind drift. Maeve. Secret. Confrontation. And then a memory nudges at the edge of my mind—small, almost insignificant, but insistent. I see a bar. Low light. Maeve and I sitting at a table, three empty drinks already between us. She’s laughing loudly, in that exaggerated way of hers. I’m drawing something on a napkin.

He won't think twice before killing you" serenity dud the reply. "I'm doomed" she cried and sniffed in. TBC.... Everybody fear Emerson ooo. Kisses AND SHARE. XOXO ❤️

Then Kaelen leaned closer, his silver eyes darkening. Serena was entranced, her body betraying her, turning her into something desperate. She sat up, forcing the voices in her head away. Her hands traced along Kaelen’s fair-toned skin, slow and deliberate, before she leaned closer. Her tongue slipped out, tasting him, licking his soft skin in a slow, sensual drag.

Dad: “Welcome home, kid. Try not to drown Arkansas while you’re at it.” Remy laces his fingers through mine. Remy: “Valley’s breathing easier already.” Seras flops onto the stage, arms wide. Seras: “I missed gravity that doesn’t bow to Celeste.” Kayo’s tails vanish as she steals three papanasi in one swipe. Kayo: “Home smells better than any hidden kingdom.” I breathe in ghost jazz, bacon, and the faint sulfur of the springs.

“What song would you like to listen to?” Serena looked down. “Um…do you think you can sing?” she asked. Sergio looked at her confused. “Sing what?” Serena sighed. “A love song, maybe,” she said. Sergio chuckled. “Is that what you really want me to sing?” “Uh huh. You can start singing,” Serena giggled. Sergio laughed as well. “Alright, alright. Let’s see here. Hmm…how about….” Sergio sang softly and slowly. His voice sounded so smooth and sexy that Serena felt herself melting.

To those who are reading, this story will be revised to meet the requirements of the platform's readers. I am looking to revise the storyline to a more "Westernised" and fast paced realistic environment. For those who have been reading before the story was locked, I hope to keep your attention by improving the storyline. Do hit me up in comments if you are looking forward to this! And sorry for the long wait. In the meantime I have updated my new book Scarlet, which also revolves around a Reincarnation storyline but more modern and with Western environment. I hope you like it!!

Serena said impatiently, her gaze piercing. "But here is my advice for you. Have some dignity. You brought this disgrace upon yourself. Just let her go." "Disgrace?" "What else would you call it?" Serena’s patience snapped. She spat out her words. "You think sleeping with Elara under the guise of childhood sweethearts makes your relationship pure and innocent? Everyone sees right through your filth! A man and a woman on a business trip, and you only book one hotel room. You're both adults, Vittorio. Don't insult my intelligence and tell me you were playing hide-and-seek in that room!"

"No you won't. Because you can't give me up. If I'm gone, where are you going to find another man who looks that much like him? And don't forget, you just threw up looking at those marks on him. Maybe you should come find me and remind yourself what a real man feels like. Tonight, same place. I've got something new planned. You'll love it." "I told you to stop doing that. Two more days and I belong to Caleb completely. He'll be my husband!" "Then let's make the most of the next two days. Same place. I'll be waiting." Serena hung up. She muttered curses under her breath, but her hands never stopped untying her apron and fixing her hair. The oats had been boiling over for who knows how long an

“It’s going to get crazy up in here. It’ll start with me singing off-key to Def Leppard and will end with tea and a few more chapters of a rather steamy werewolf-vampire romance.” “You like Def Leppard?” “I do. Motley Crue, KISS, and Skid Row will be on repeat as well.” I turn on the sink to rinse the dishes. “You sound surprised. Are you judging me, Mr. Mount?” “I am. I am judging you hard, and I will admit you do not look like someone who’d be a fan of 80s hair bands.” “Looks can be deceiving.” “Apparently so.” I laugh and start loading the dishwasher. “Don’t be mad if I teach Edward the words to Pour Some Sugar on Me.”

I stated, putting my cup on the side table. Only then, did she listen. “What?” “We don't do evidences. We are not lawyers.” “But- but-i - I thought-” I got up from my chair, straightening my suit. “There are no thoughts Lisa.” “Time is ticking Antonio.” I grabbed her shoulders, moving her to the sofa and forcing her body down. “If you want a good plan, you need to be calm.” Lisa breathed, running her hand through her hair. “Okay,” she breathed. “Okay, I'm calm.”