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There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

"Since she's got so much money, why didn't she hire a caregiver for her own mother?" "She's a monster! If she treats her own mother like this, there's no way she's a responsible doctor to her patients. We won't feel at ease knowing that our family members are in her care." "Fire her! Get rid of that heartless monster!" Someone started throwing rotten eggs at me, and a woman even lunged at me to hit me. Amy recorded all of this on her live stream, of course, garnering even more traffic online. She also pretended to stand defensively in front of me, crying out, "Don't treat my sister like that!"

She starts sobbing, " We raised her. We put a roof over her, we fed her, clothed her... And now, she is stabbing our back and stealing her sister's place. How could you do that to us? How could you seduce your sister's husband like this?" Dawn has soon understood that the volume of their voice rises, the people around them are staring at her, giving her dirty looks. She clenches her jaw. The rush of hormones is driving her crazy already. She sits straight and looks at her so called family. " If you are done acting, you can shut up. Because it won't bring your daughter who left with her druggie boyfriend six years ago. I married my husband two years ago. How did I marry your druggie daughter'

Harvey was staring down at me, his eyes bloodshot. I looked around frantically. No Ellie. "Where's Ellie?" Harvey's eyes burned with rage. He pressed a cigarette into my collarbone—hard. I bit down on a scream as the sizzle of my own skin filled the air. "Happy now?" His voice was low and venomous. "Lydia delivered a stillborn. The doctors say she'll never have children again." He slapped me on the cheek before I could even react. Then his fist slammed into the wall beside my head.

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

W 2:00 PM. SOCI 305 - Deviance and Social Control. Professor Marcus Webb. T 4:00 PM. A schedule designed by Detective Cross. A schedule designed to put me in rooms where killers were studied, where minds were dissected, where I could learn the language of monsters. To her I was here to fulfill my sister's wish, while being safe. Four classes. Four professors. One hundred and eighty-seven other students, according to the welcome packet. And one of them killed my sister.

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“It's risky. But it's worth a try. Let's do it.” The sheriff looked betrayed, but he tried to hide it. “Okay, but be careful.” **** We left in the SUV Antony Gordon gave me and headed toward Jericho's base. “Is Abby your girlfriend?” Jacob asked as he drove. “We weren't official yet,” I said. “But I think it's over now.” “Oh, sorry, man,” he muttered. “Abby is my sister.” My eyes widened as I stared at him. “Your sister?” I asked “how?”

I needed to try and get some sleep while the babies were sleep. Ji’lahni’s POV : Where the hell am I? I remember holding my little girl in my arms and then feeling the urge to push again but then I started to feel dizzy, and the pain went away, and I just felt the urge to sleep. Oh, shit am I dead damnit stop cussing lahni if you are you about to meet God and you cussing are you trying to go to hell. “Your not in heaven sweetie you’re in limbo while you’re body tries to heal itself.” Said a voice that came into view. She was a beautiful brown skin woman that looked like an African queen she had on an African head wrap with African inspired jewels on it. She had a white wrapped dress with

I wake up disoriented, with my limbs shaking like a goddamn marionette. I always try to find an escape when they drag me off for my daily reading session. Sister, as they call her, reads me from a book that's a total snooze-fest. She's an older woman in a gown that practically sweeps the floor. When I told her the reading was crap, she slapped me, saying it was their "sacred book" and the word of the lord, which I know is Mr. Wilson. The place is sealed tighter than a drum, with no windows or exits.