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But few years after, I was able to find her again on the the famous app called palmchat, and I began stalking her. You read that right. I've been stalking Melissa Jones for over four years now, and for reasons I do not know, I've never been able to summon the courage to message her on I*******m, which is now the happening spot. What ever the case may be, I'm grateful to almighty, for making my father cross paths with Melissa, and being thoughtful enough to choose her for me. Finally, I can reunite with my highschool sweetheart again, and hopefully together, we can work our ways to find the great endearment they call LOVE.

The icy winds of Zurich whipped across Ethan’s face, a brutal reminder that this picturesque Swiss city could be as unforgiving as it was beautiful. Walking along the banks of the Limmat River, he pulled the collar of his woolen coat higher, his eyes scanning the neon-lit streets. He glanced down at his wrist. His grandfather’s old chronograph watch ticked away faithfully, its gears moving in perfect rhythm, though Ethan knew the volatile chronal-mechanism sleeping inside it could be triggered at any moment.

All I could see was the bracelet on Karen's wrist. It was the only keepsake my mother had ever left me. I had locked it in the bedroom safe, and only Frederick and I knew the combination. Before he left me out in the wilderness, I had begged him to give it back. However, he told me I'd get it once I realized my mistake. But now, the bracelet that should've been safely locked away was wrapped around someone else's wrist. Colette followed my gaze and noticed what I was looking at. She covered her mouth, then let out a chuckle.

I looked for her before I meant to. She was already at the table. She is sitting with her chin propped on one hand, watching her father with the specific fond attention of someone who has heard this story many times and is still watching because she loves the person telling it more than she is bored by the content. Her hair is down today. Dark, curly, the kind of dark that catches light differently depending on how she moves. She is wearing something the color of deep water and she is fully, warmly, entirely present. Her eyes have not come to me once.

Somia took one and gave the case to Semirat, two of them put it in their eyes and using their phone to look at it maybe it fit them. “Good!” The guy said as he was pressing the screen of the smart wristwatch in his hand and watching Semirat and Somia inside it like he was watching movie. “It’s from this smart watch I will be watching you and able to know if anything want to happen, because I won’t want people to know that I am your bodyguard. So you are cool now” Somia and Semirat looked at him. “Oh! So you will be watching us as along as the eye contact is in our eye” Somia said.

Marcus, with his glass of whiskey by the window, looking like a man who sleep had eluded for years. It is still dark and he is still in the chair across the room. Not moving, just watching me. Not pretending to be doing anything else. Just watching me with an expression I have never seen on his face before — open and unguarded and something close to aching. I stare back. He doesn’t turn away. We don’t talk. We don’t move. Neither of us breaks this moment, which separates us like something that could crack easy.

I took a seat at the table, writing down thoughts and ideas on various watch strategies-something we could propose to the council next week. With new information coming in every other day from different watch stations, it's a constant endeavor for the Warriors and Fighters to stay one step ahead of the demons. Determining where they've been previously spotted, the number of sightings, and the possibility of battle breaking out at any moment, the process can be overwhelming.

She told me that she was and that she couldn't wait to celebrate with the pack. "I want us to talk, Sarah." I said, glancing at my wrist watch. My wrist watch was a sleek and stylish timepiece, the perfect accessory for a powerful Alpha like me. It was made of high-quality stainless steel, with a silver band that glimmered in the light. The face of the watch was black, with bold white numerals that stood out against the dark background. The hands were also white, making it easy to read the time at a glance. As the stylists left, I turned to Liaand I said, "I want us to talk."

I've got stuff to do anyway. Unknown pov As I watch her leave her father's house, she doesn't realize she's being watched. Damn,this is going to be fun.

Oliver warned. Raymond look at what he grabed , it was his wristwatch- Philippe Patek . he immediately put it on then sit back trying to calm down. “Don’t you discuss money as though it is something you know anything about? How much do you think Oliver and I made or Lucas spends on his gambling why we are sitting here discussing your pathetic hourly wages?” as he picked up his fountain pen and threw at him. He aimed for the man’s eyes but missed. Lucas went to pick up the pen. “wow. I can probably use this for my gambling” he said jokingly, referring to the Mont Blanc fountain pen.