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"You see this?" I blink and look at the phone. It's a map of Los Angeles with four red dots. "See these dots? These are the major landmarks of Los Angeles County: Beverly Hills, Malibu, Pasadena, and Long Beach. I will detonate the gas bombs of the virus that I had my people plant in hidden locations. Once at dawn, I tap this button. It will spread like wildfire. Everyone, including those you love, will inhale the virus and turn it into violent and mindless beings. And the major will need to find a cure for this epidemic; that's when I come in as the savior to all humanity. If you want the cure, that will be a problem because I will not give it to you freely. I appreciate you for taking care

Even as he lay in bed at the ICU ward, he gripped my hand tightly and said, "Even if you're not the Ludlow family heiress, Stella, I still won't regret the choice I made." That truly moved me beyond all else. Ignoring my family's protests, I stubbornly insisted on marrying Bryan. Given our wildly different social standings, I knew he'd have to endure certain remarks and attitudes from my family. Therefore, the day we got married, I gave him 99 free passes. "If you ever upset me, you can use one of the free passes to cancel it out. But once you've used up all 99 of them, this marriage ends." Upon hearing that, Bryan swiftly locked the free passes away in a drawer on the spot, swearing he woul

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My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

“You want to know why? Because you make me sick!” Her disgust was like a bone-scraping knife, slicing me open and making every breath agony. Maddie curled behind me, tugging my hand and wanting to leave. Sharp-eyed, Tiffany spotted Maddie. She pinched her nose and said, “So that’s where this rotten stench is coming from, you little sc*m? You don’t seriously think your worthless father can protect you? Fabian snickered, sliding his hand straight up Tiffany’s skirt. He gave it a grab, then pressed his fingers to his nose for a deep inhale.

"Why? Zoey, we had so many beautiful memories together. We climbed mountains together and watched the sunrise until sunset." As Adrian spoke, his face lit up with a blissful smile. But Zoey scoffed. "Yes, very beautiful. After we watched the sunrise that day, Claire went crazy and burned my chest with a lit cigarette. But you said she didn't mean to hurt me—she was just sick. "I still have the burn scars on my body. Do you want to see them?" Adrian's smile vanished instantly. He desperately continued. "We went to the beach together, held hands walking on the sand, with the beautiful sunset shining on our shoulders.”

"Yes, the little kid here looks like Summer!" "I read this book last night. The kid in the story is also named Summer," the bespectacled boy nodded. "Guys, look at the author's name! Summer Hills! Hey, Summer, did you write this book?" Summer chuckled. One of her hands rose, scratching her temple. She felt flattered by the excited reactions of her new friends.

But without Caleb by my side, I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to go on. I feel so confused. I don’t know what to do next. Please, God, help me…. * As the sun rose in a huge ball over the horizon, Caitlin ran through the streets of New York. It was the apocalypse. Cars were turned over, bodies lay about, and there was devastation everywhere. She ran and ran, down avenues which never seemed to end.

She had been the one to tear up my test papers and throw my textbooks and backpack into the pond. She even forced me to glue the shredded pieces back together. If I couldn't do it, she would stomp on me. But now, the face in my memory blurred with the one before me, making it hard to focus on her. Suddenly, the red fog surrounded us. This time, we could all see clearly that it was like sulfuric acid, eating away at her flesh. The woman's screams echoed in our ears. After a long while, it was finally quiet again. My gaze shifted to the last remaining person, Charlotte. By now, she was the only survivor of her group.

Smiling faintly, he teased, "What kind of novel got you that worked up?" Heather met his gaze evenly. "It's about a couple everyone envies. But the man cheats on the woman when their relationship is tested by time. He wants to have both but ends up losing everything. Mitchell… would you ever be like him?" Mitchell's hand trembled slightly before he quickly steadied it. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he murmured, "Novels aren't real. No one could ever come between us. I'd never fall for someone else, Heather. You have to trust in my love for you."