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And I didn't know why Mia's name had suddenly returned to my life, but one thing was becoming clear. Someone wanted me to remember. The problem was... I never forgot. Not really. I just chose not to think about certain things. There was a difference. My phone vibrated again. One final message. Unknown: You didn't kill Mia. I stared at the words. Then another message arrived. Unknown: But you know who did. For the first time that day, I stopped smiling. Because the truth was far more complicated than anyone knew. I didn't kill Mia Bennett. I hadn't even been the last person to see her alive, but I was there that night.

she smacked his arm as soon as she reached him– not so angelic now, is she? He had actually found her car and parked next to it. Bright red mini cooper in the middle of almost vacant, 11 pm parking lot–who wouldn’t? Numbness tranquilized his senses. His tongue swells the containing cavity. Mike couldn’t help staring at her lips, subconsciously biting his own. A sweet cherry taste lingered at the tip of his tongue out of nowhere, as the memory played hallucinations on him. “You look hideous...” Mike had to say something, right? Sarah pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes with an attitude.

"I have to be cured. It's the only way that I can go on from this nightmare." "If it needs for me to hurt you like what you did, I have to..." he muttered. I felt scared. He then stood up, took the rock again and went closer to me. Please help me! Somebody! I don't want to die. With few inches away, he held the rock to his fist and swing his arms to me. I closed my eyes and waited for it to hit. I know this will be painful and bloody. In fact I might die. This is his cure. My pain and blood is his medicine.

The sound of gunshots filled the air, mingling with the throbbing music. "Please! Please, don't kill me." Hernandez pleaded, crying. His lips trembled. With one precise blow, he collapsed on the sofa. I pushed my way through the crowd, urgently searching each room. Several rooms were already empty. Glancing behind me, I witnessed Jiro swiftly incapacitating some of the Hernandez's men.

The Silver Order ground forces. They formed a tight, silent circle around our crashed jet, their weapons—heavy-gauge rifles with silver-etched barrels—aimed directly at Killian’s chest. "Killian Blackwood," a voice echoed from a loudspeaker, amplified by a generator. "By order of the Silver Directorate, you and your heretic mate are under immediate arrest. Surrender, and the children live. Resist, and we sanitize this entire park."

Sweet looked at him frowning while Bitter is looking at while while his rigth are brow is raise like he is asking him. "W-we're is he?" He stuttered asking them. Sweet sigh and drank the juice first and not answering his question. "Sweet" He called him with authority in his voice. "Sweet." Sweet mocked him. "He in the second floor, in the thirf f*cking room to the right. I can't believe I save that motherf*cker, be thankful i didn't kill him while operating him---" Sweet said cut Blood cut him off before rush up stairs.

I took the note and read it: Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It was my favourite part of the book. The first sentence being the one I adored the most. I sighed, not sure how I wanted to go about my day. I've got to study, yet that picture I found kept bothering me. I needed answers.

She looked as if she was high on drugs. "So Sweet," he whispered to himself as he licked the last remnant of her release off his finger. Killian was done with being a gentleman. He wanted her and he wanted her now. He crawled over her and pressed his lips on hers. "My cute little minx," he whispered possessively against her lips before pulling away.

Call It What You Want - Taylor Swift (my fav song) 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 If in the past, the thing I hated the most was is wait. Now replaced the thing I hate the most is: when my husband sulks. Because Gerald sulked at something, and more unlucky, sulking is his new hobby now.

I told him. “I will and always love you sweet caramel.” “Locus I’m….i’m pregnant, you're going to be a father.”