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The girl smiled, hugging her and mumbled into her shoulder "Thank you Tessa" "Okay now, I have to go to the clinic" Tessa said, breaking their hug and standing up. Her mother managed an animal shelter and she times helped take care of the animals. "...I'll see you later tonight when we'll be going to party, party, party!!" She sang again before walking out the door. Lilliana shook her head, looking down at the panties and turned them on.

he answered. “Or you can try it on canvas,” Elisa said as she pulled out an 8 x 11 canvas from the hallway. “I stopped by that old art store two blocks from here. I thought it might help you relax.” “Thanks, sis,” Taylor said and hugged her. Eliza hopped off Taylor’s bed and walked out to the door then turned around and said, “You should thank your girlfriend.” “Wait, girlfriend?” Taylor asked. “Yeah, I met her at that art store Kelly’s. She came to drop off a few art things for you. I was going to tell you after we had this little talk. She should be still waiting downstairs.”

A beautiful face, a flowing robe, two arms outstretched, holding the water-filled bowl – and two perfect, folded wings sweeping the ground. An angel. That’s right. The angel doesn’t necessarily need to be Alastaire. It could be a statue. Or a painting. Or a lingerie-clad supermodel in a Victoria’s Secret show. Maybe Mia wants me to get in the phone to Gigi Hadid? Nice one, Mia. You could have been a bit more specific. “Are you ok?” Elliot asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You seem bothered by something.” “That obvious, huh?” I say. “It’s nothing. Probably. Anyway, what did you want to talk about?”

--- That night, I found her in the living room, curled up on the couch with her phone in hand. “You’re staring at that thing like it’s a bomb,” I said, dropping down beside her. She turned the screen toward me. “Might as well be. This is huge, Aiden.” I frowned, scanning the messages. The name at the top made me pause. Tyla. “You mean to tell me that Tyla—the Tyla—wants you to be her fashion designer?” Artemis nodded, barely containing her excitement. “She saw my designs from that show last month. Said she wants something fresh, something that blends power and femininity.”

Chapter 19 Ella POV How could he do that to me, I gave myself to him yet, he turned me down "Am I not beautiful?" I thought he had divorced Tenya and was about to take a new wife. I would make sure I made him mine, even if it will take the last drop of my blood to do so else he and Tanya would not know what hit them soon. I hate Tanya, she took everything that I ever wanted including the lycan king. I know I pretended not to have anything to do with an old man but the truth is I am in love with Arturo.

But my pulse quickened when I saw her — Sarah. Tessa’s little sister. The one fresh out of art school. The one everyone was fussing over like she was some kind of golden child. She was by the produce section, her hair in a messy bun, wearing a faded denim jacket and sneakers that had seen better days. She looked nothing like her sister. But there was a certain glow about her — the kind that made people turn to look twice. I took a slow, deep breath, forcing my lips into a friendly smile. This was perfect.

Kehlani immediately came over to hold Elliot, "Elliot, can we go back to the car and wait for Daddy first?" Elliot nodded and turned to Skylar with his big red eyes. "Goodbye, Skylar." "Goodbye! Stop running around, okay?" Skylar warned him. "En!" Elliot obediently replied, wiping away his tears as he walked. Kehlani was somewhat surprised to discover that Elliot was actually so sad when he parted with this girl. What exactly was this girl's identity? To be honest, she had worked with Mr. Tucker for four years. She had never seen a woman appear beside him, and Elliot had never acknowledged any woman approaching Connor.

Not like lightning. Quietly. Like a lock turning. She knew exactly what she wanted to paint. The canvas grew quickly after that. A field appeared first. Golden. Endless. The farm. Then the oak tree. Strong. Ancient. Unmoving. Beneath it stood a little girl. Jessica at eight years old. Holding a flower crown. Looking toward the horizon. Then something new. Something she'd never painted before. A second figure stood further ahead. Older. Walking away from the tree.

THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT THE MOST CONSISTENT PERSON ON PLANET EARTH. THANK YOU. _ELLA💜

It's difficult to focus on more than one things for her damaged mind. Elliot looks at her, admiringly before he takes off his blazer, throwing it on the floor. He unbuttons his white shirt underneath, revealing his perfect abs. But it wasn't his abs which he was trying to flaunt, it was the tattoo on it. A smile appeared on Sage's face when her gaze fell on his abdomen, with shaky fingers, she traced the black ink on his smooth skin. " You love butterflies, don't you?" Elliot whispers, looking at Sage admiring the butterfly tattoos that were scattered all over his abdomen.