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“What’s up, dude?” Jim didn’t look up. He only moved to grab his phone from the table and hand it over to Sean. “She replied.” Sean raised his eyebrows, accepting the phone. Jim kept looking down as he motioned for him to play the video on screen. So Sean did. It was a YouTube link, nothing private, and coming from Silvia, Sean wasn’t surprised to hear a piano ballad. You Do What You Have to Do, by one Sarah McLachlan—Sean had no idea who that might be. The background was the photograph of a pale pink flower and the lyrics were in bright pink. He swallowed a sigh, hoping so much pink wouldn’t cause permanent damage to his sight.

His lips tasted like a fresh strawberry picked from the farm totally for her. Those juicy lips that she sucked without even a rest finally came to an end when the drunkness took over her, and she fell asleep in his arms while resting her head on his shoulder. *Flashback ends* Those flashbacks sent shivers down her spine that even her ears turned red out of disgrace. While resting her back against the wall, she slowly squatted down and covered her entire face with her hands. "Ugh! Why did I drink too much? It's so embarrassing."

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

When it comes to durability in fights you have already passed this test. Ban:Haha well then all that is left is learning spells while maintaining him. Let me try this incantation I learnt from Reiya '' SELO DE FOGO DO INFERNO'' * * Hellfire_Seal

Pradyumna was speechless. Pradyumna: "What are you talking about? Set a goal and try for it. If you deserve to reach it you will." Tanisi: "What if you know the goal that you want to reach is unreachable? What if you already know that he is unattainable? When your own mind is reminding you not to fall for him but your heart doesn't understand it. I am talking of Samrat Samudra, Pradyumna! Samrat Samudra..!" Her voice was a lot shriller. It pierced the night's silence. Pradyumna and Tanisi stopped as they had reached the temple. She collapsed on the floors of the temple and started crying.

he asked again, stepping closer. I nodded. "Yes, I just, first day, that's all," I replied smiling. "The first day can be a bit tough. I'm Ikaris," he said, extending his hand to me. "Oh, I'm Alassandra," I replied, shaking his hand. The moment our hands touched, I felt another wave of tingles shoot through me, followed by a growl, and I could have sworn I heard him say the word “MATE.” I looked into his eyes and could feel an undeniable connection between us.

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Mathew didn't care anyway. "My secret." Philip said with a smile and they both laughed. "Anyway, this is Clara Hamilton, and Clara, this is Philip Cruz." Dr. Mathew said. "Nice to meet you," Clara said shaking hands with Philip. "And you too." Philip replied. "Ella es hermosa ¿no?" Dr. Matthew asked in Spanish because he knew that Clara couldn't understand it. In translation, he was asking Philip, if Clara was beautiful and Philip smiled. "You have a very good sense of humor, Dr. Mathew." Philip replied, determined not to let the old man's question get into his head. He didn't like cheating people so her had to answer in English so as avoid the question.

My thoughts swirl, disjointed and hazy. “Elijah,” I whisper, the name slipping from my lips like a prayer. The last thing I hear is the sound of a splash and the hiss of a familiar voice. Serena. Her words cut through the darkness. “Drowning in a fountain for a doll? Pathetic.” Then, everything goes black. *****