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she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

I told them, motioning for them to both sit on the couch. "What do you want to know? I will be honest with you." Declan started. "I had a strange dream, and I am trying to make sense of it." I thought out loud. "Are they my real parents?" I asked, gesturing to the main house. Talia shook her head, and looked down at the floor. "Who are they?" I asked them. "They are fae nobles from our kingdom. The royal family asked them to bring you here, and care for you after your parents died." Talia told me, sympathy in her eyes. I put my head in my hands. 'My whole life up to this point has been a lie.' I thought to myself. "What happened to my parents? How did they die?" I continued my interrogation.

"It's my family's money, isn't it? Did Julian take pity on you and lend you his card or did you steal it?" "Oh right, she's that wife, isnt she...?"Nia asked and Bianca nodded proudly. "Hand it over...." she stretched her hands, her tongue running over her upper teeth. "My brothers card. Hand it over. I'll return what you stole and don't worry. I'll plead on your behalf." Talia was struggling to hold it in really. She bit down on the anger that was rising in the pits of her stomach. Bianca was crossing the line. She was trying so hard to avoid these people but they derived joy in encroaching her space.

There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

"It's just for one day." Jamie's face looks even more panicky and her voice actually manages to rise an octave. "Just one day? Hellooo! Have you forgotten what's happening today? We're watching Fable tonight. It's literally the biggest day of my life. Of all our lives. I wanted to slay tonight. And it's not like I'll be able to borrow eyeliner at your house when we're getting ready... there's no way your mom would lend me some, even if she had."

It meant a whole new identity, which was nothing new. I've done this shit too many times in the last three years to count, but this time my shit had to be tight. This was no low level runt we were dealing with here, these ex KGB fucks are as crazy as they come and they know their shit. On our first meeting the fucker knew the whole history of my made up family. Dumb fuck. He might be good but I'm better. That's why the force had given me my own division when I signed up. It didn't hurt that the Feds and the fucking kooks had come knocking.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

she said quietly, “this place destroyed them.” Sophia blinked. “That doesn’t make sense.” “They were nobodies back then.” Sophia frowned. “What happened?” Marissa leaned against the brick wall. “There was a competition that night,” she said. “A startup event. Tech investors, entrepreneurs, big money.” Sophia listened carefully. “Luke, Duke, Kyle, and Dru had just built their first version of the app that made them billionaires.” Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “They came here to celebrate?” Marissa shook her head.

Paraiso is my hometown, and I am sure no one can cover the story better than me. “Oh. The problem is that the story has been assigned already,” Stella said. “Who is going to work on it?” Steph said, looking at Robert. She was praying that Stella doesn’t confirm her fears. “I have assigned the story to Robert,” Stella said, and the cup of coffee from Steph’s hands fell. Robert was on his feet in no time picking up the pieces of glass as Stella rushed to Steph’s side, asking her if she was okay. “How can I be okay?” Steph retorted.

Three hours of performing earned me a five-figure fee, which was more than she made in a month. As for marriage, Wesley wasn't just the founder of one research institute. He was the heir to the entire Langston family empire. I would live like a princess for the rest of my life, while she couldn't even attend the wedding without sneaking in. Brianna finally let go. On her way out, she left a gift and a letter for me. All it said was, "I'm sorry." I stared at those words for a long time without speaking. No matter what had happened, Brianna was once my closest friend. We shared a bed, ate from the same plate, and when I twisted my ankle, she was the one who carried me to and from school every