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His reaction made Kenny see, he ran up, helped him into the corner of the kitchen and reassured: “I know Chef Katherine is a bit exaggerated but she is not a bad person. She's the one who told Uncle Macken to keep you here. I don't know what the reason is but I heard this from her. You should also know that she's not the soft-spoken type." “I had… had… two plates of English roast…” Krik held out the jar of sauce in front of Kenny. He quickly understood the problem. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to his lips: “Oh… God!!! Chris!!! You are crazy!!! Those two discs are for VIPs!” Krik buried his face in his hands and sobbed. Kenny quickly ran out into the lobby. His eyes were drawn to th

I know it's wrong to hide from the world sometimes, but when that becomes your way of rebuilding your sanity, you take it. "Ah, there you are young sir." His eyes dipped to the book in my hands and he fell silent for a quick moment before twisting out his words. "The sunrise is a beautiful view. Not just because the scene, but also the atmosphere just brings serenity." His brows dipped in observation as his eyes accessed my drawing.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

Suzan screamed. Everyone was shocked by her words, including Arya. "What do you mean?" Arya asked calmly as if it wasn't her name that was being recked. "If not for you seducing Mr. Rivera, do you think he'd even look at you twice?!" Suzan continued rambling. The surrounding servants were stunned. They had their suspicions about Arya but seeing someone who claimed to know Arya before say accuse her of something like that and Arya herself not denying it, they felt like their thoughts were confirmed.

asking for her code name. “I’m Sweet Sue,” she answered, grinning. Tristan was looking at them, back and forth. He is hearing everything they are talking about, but he can’t understand anything. As he is feeling disconnected, he feels irritated. ‘Is he flirting with her?’, he asked himself quietly, but he finds the idea ridiculous. “Ohh! You’re the famous Sweet Sue!” Frederick was surprised. He has heard of Sweet Sue’s works and how he helped the biggest corporation in Dale against a Black Jack attack.

“Drink your pina colada. It’ll make you feel better.” I looked down at the hurricane glass suspiciously. The frothy yellow liquid looked innocent enough. I took a cautious sip through the straw. And nearly underwent a second physical death. It was sweet. Sickeningly, aggressively sweet. Sweet enough to make my back molars ache and send my ancestors recoiling in horror. I forced my facial muscles into a stiff, terrifyingly unnatural smile. “It’s… good.” Chloe stared at me. Then she slowly leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the table. “You don’t like it.”

The bar throbbed with low bass, moody lighting, and the perfume of expensive liquor and richer intentions. Selene stepped in, one foot after the other, slow and deliberate, like a whisper meant to be heard. Her satin dress clung to her frame in shades of crimson wine, thin straps resting on her shoulders. The slit on one side revealed just enough thigh to be enticing but not vulgar. Paired with soft heels and a slick gloss on her lips, she looked like a sweet, innocent girl.

Like she might just float away if she was not careful. Her phone buzzed in her palm. Avery looked down at the screen. A message notification glowed against the black background. Her heart stopped when she saw the name: Liam. She opened the message with trembling fingers. The words appeared on the screen like a slap across her face: "Sweetheart, why can't you just keep your little ass somewhere?" The world tilted sideways. Avery stared at the message until the letters blurred together. Her eyes filled with tears she had been holding back all day. All week. All month, really, since everything started falling apart.

"Wasn't Jonathan the only man present at the scene? Then it must be his!" "Jonathan is handsome. Isn't it normal for him to have a nice hand? Look at you all getting excited over something like this." "He's an unfaithful man, yet he's born with such superior looks. Charlotte really lucked out." "She's awfully lucky. She isn't even that pretty, yet she managed to bag Jonathan. I'm super jealous!" "Screenshotted and saved. This will be my chat wallpaper from now on." "I used AI to enhance it in high definition. It's even more perfect now! Who wants it? DM me, and I'll send it to you."

“You’re so dumb. So, so dumb.” Just then, my phone started ringing on the bedside table. I sniffed loudly, wiped my face with the back of my hand, and checked the screen. It was Susie. I let out a shaky breath before answering. “Hello?” My voice cracked badly. “Are you okay now?” Susie asked, worry clear in her tone. “I am not okayyyy,” I cried out, the words turning into a sob. “Oh my God, Susie… why does this hurt so much? I’m so stupid for falling in love like this. What do I do? How do I make these feelings go away?”