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“But you don’t have to stay invisible.” She looked at me now. Really looked. Eyes red-rimmed but curious. “I can make you unforgettable,” I murmured. “Make him beg for your attention. Make him realize he never deserved you.” Her breath caught. “How?” I smiled. “Come with me.” She followed without thinking. Drunk, maybe. But not stupid. Just broken in the way all people are when they realize love is leaving and nothing’s chasing it back. We slipped out the side door. The city lights thinned. The music dulled behind us.

' Sesh cuts in, her eyes sparkling with envy and something much more disturbing, like darkness and despair. At that moment, Tammy realized she lost her friend. The person in front of her is not Sesh she knows so well. On the contrary, this maniacal girl with curly locks is nothing more than a victim of a dreadful disease. Thank you, Sesh, darling.' Luther intervenes, shifting his blind stare to her and caressing her cheek. Sesh welcomes his touch completely bewitched by his sickly authority. Watching the two of them so close together makes Tammy sick to her stomach and she can't help it but frown repulsed.

Somehow, I ended up carrying that crushing moral debt. Considering how shamelessly he was showering her with affection, the fact that I'd still been hoping he genuinely loved me was almost laughable. Now that I was staring death in the face, I could finally see what was in Elias' heart. All those nights I'd spent lying awake, hurt and unable to let things go, suddenly felt meaningless. "Just kidding," I said with a short laugh. "Why would I steal something she loves?" I chose to let it go. And with it, my love for Elias.

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Somewhere deep inside her, she wants her brother to find true love again, and live a normal life as werewolves would. “And obviously, Orion loves her. You two could have torn each other apart when you don't know who Selena actually loves. Does that make any sense? Do you guys ever use your brain? Do you have a brain, to begin with?” Makeala frowned, effectively silencing both of them in guilt. She turned around and walked to Selena, bending down slightly and holding her shoulders. With a calm composed tone, she asked her a question–THE question. “Sweety, do you love anyone from our pack? Anyone at all?” she waited with anticipation. Selena searched herself as her eye flickered around the gro

“You girls don’t mind if I steal her for a minute, do you?” Chiara snorted. “She’s not a library book.” “I’ll take that as a maybe,” Dario said, ignoring her and focusing back on me. “So, Aurora. You adjusting okay? Or has Falconeri’s reputation scared you off already?” “I don’t scare easily.” “Good.” He grinned. “Because around here, people either play the game or get played.”

Something fluttered in my stomach, making me uneasy in my seat. Fuck! What is happening to me? Is this also a side effect of the so-called love virus? Fuck. If this is it, it's cringe. And fuck this guy in front of me! He's saying all sorts of things that make me giddy. His girlfriend is the reason why I'm going crazy at this hour. Fuck. While I'm giddy with what I heard, the girl in front of me is even more embarrassed by what she heard. If I could read her mind, she's probably praying to God to just swallow her up. Poor girl. It's because she's flirty.

“I hope that you’ll be able to follow through with your plans when the time comes.” Laurence had known many women who were terrible at discerning others’ characters. He had a scatterbrained female cousin who fell in love with a man with a poorer financial background than her. When she finally had him, she provided for all his financial needs. Her actions were that of a lovesick person. And yet, in the end, the man never saw her as a romantic partner; once he’d garnered a fortune and could stand on his own two feet, he’d discarded her without a second thought.

But am I brave enough to buy and read it? I ask myself. Should I buy it? So, here I am reading... Drum roll, please... "Sicko'' by Amo Jones, a fantastic writer. But she is different from the rest of the writers out there. She has more of an appetite for romance. So, yes, she is that good. I was already close to chapter 5 when I heard something outside my window. So I sat up and used my bookmark where I could stop reading, so I didn't lose my place.

I screamed at The Proposal. “All stupid movies that made me believe in love. Dumb directors. Dumb writers. Dumb actors.” I looked at the two friends who looked at me with scared eyes. “And don’t even get me started on Nicholas Sparks books and Nora Roberts. What do they know about love? I’ll tell you – nothing, nada. Delusional little people. Ugh. Do you want to know about love? I’ll tell you – it sucks! S-U-C-K-S. It is stupid and you should never love again. No one should ever love again.”