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Aurora took a deep breath and glanced at Susan who had an amusing look on her face. "Why the hell are you smiling?" She shrugged, "oh nothing, just after such a long time you clobbered like your old self so I was kind of enjoying it." Aurora frowned. "Here, I am sharing my problems with you and you are enjoying it." Susan rested her hand on Aurora's softly, "yes, because I don't see any problem here, Aurora. All I see is you are falling for Liam and that man is trying damn hard to make you fall for him. Damn! He sounds like a very persistent man."

she tuck her golden hair behind her ears, waiting for me to behind. “ Susan was sent out of her coven because she had made a mistake, she was wandering helplessly when she got attracted to Rome, he has perfect eyes and the perfect smile that got her attracted. Rome saw her and loved her too, then they promised not to leave each other. Susan knew it wouldn’t be possible because her coven has a lot of rules. When she was called to return back to her coven, she had to leave Rome and that broke her completely.” I read the first page to her and she throws herself to me as she shut her eyes close as though feeling every letters in the book. “ That’s enough, Michelle. You enjoyed it?” I close the b

His body and mind froze. He watched the retreating back of a madwoman. Her black hair swing with the movement of her body. She was half running and walking, storming towards the castle. Chris Duvier smiled while watching her. He licked and tasted the cake that her wife made. It’s not bad, not bad at all. Smith witnessed the whole drama. He had a bad feeling that it’s going to be a tough climb. He must secure the book that the Lady had instructed. It will help a lot with their dilemma.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

When will he see me as a desirable______. Blake didn’t finish when a blushing Susan pulled it away from him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Elon, this was left by my neighbor. She’s into romance novels,” Susan explained, holding the book to her chest as in protecting the words written in the book from his prying eyes. “It’s okay. So your neighbor like romance novels?” Blake asked, rising from the couch and looking Susan deeply into her eyes. “Sh, she does. It helps her relax over a hard time at the office, and she finds it a good escape.” Susan said quickly, turning so she wouldn’t have to look at Blake, secretly placing the book into her bag. “I’m ready to leave if you are.”

Susan asked, turning to me, one eyebrow raised. “Absolutely,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I like that you take charge.” She smirked, satisfied with my answer. “Well, someone has to. This place needs a woman's touch. A real one.” I chuckled. Susan never held back her opinions. She was blunt, bold, and completely unfiltered. The opposite of Sarah, who always tiptoed around, trying not to upset anyone. Susan looked around again, her eyes landing on a painting hanging in the hallway. “And that,” she said, pointing at it, “that ugly thing needs to go.”

Now that she thinks of the past, she only feels that it is too far away, so far away that it is almost illusory. Just thinking about it, a handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her. Rachel West was startled and subconsciously backed away, but she didn't want David Kim to suddenly wrap her arms around her waist, but he said solemnly, "Don't move, you got something in your eyes." James Smith's entire face is black. From time to time, the voices of the discussions next to him crept into his ears. "Hey, that ugly woman is Linda Park's assistant, tsk tsk, what a good way to seduce people."

Under it was a timeline—dates and events listed like a surgical plan. Fire at Smiths’ Meeting – Complete. Jamie’s Clients Diverted – Complete. Anonymous Call Intercepted – Complete. Susan’s Emotional State – Unstable (Progressing Well). ⸻ And then a small note at the end of the files: “Be careful Susan.” Was this person trying to help me? Each line was a knife. Every word, a betrayal. I recognized the dates. They were my life. Every moment I thought had been accidental. Every twist I thought I had caused.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

It’s about leaving behind a version of myself that was too afraid to let people in, a version that valued order over connection. I walk toward the heavy oak door, box in hand, and look back one last time at the rows of books that have been my companions. Susan is currently standing behind the desk, trying and failing to file a book correctly, but she’s smiling. “Bells?” she calls out as I reach the handle. “Yeah?” “I’ll call you for that tea? Tomorrow? Or Monday?”