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I leaned in and whispered into the lead girl’s ear, “The boss says you’re dismissed. Get out.” They didn't question it. They vanished into the shadows, leaving the stage to me. I grabbed the cold metal of the pole. I didn't know how to dance, not really, but I knew how to move. I knew how my body looked under these lights. I started to sway to the heavy, pulsing beat, my movements slow and deliberate. I kept my eyes locked on Lorenzo the entire time. I arched my back, the backless silk of the dress dipping dangerously low, showing him exactly what he was throwing away.

"Casper, help me!" Casper moved forward, but Kyler's Warriors immediately closed ranks, forming a solid wall around him. The pressure in the air dropped sharply. Silver-gray fur spread quickly along his neck, his claws extended, glinting coldly, and his amber eyes glowed with red fury. He had truly lost his temper and shifted! "Who dares touch her?" Casper growled. His Warriors poured out of the manor, facing off against Kyler's. Both sides were on edge, every muscle coiled, ready to strike. It would take only a small trigger to start a battle.

After I took care of Lily's body, I walked into the police station with a thick stack of documents. They were the papers I had found with my liver transplant consent form. I would send Jason to hell!

" After hearing Dr. Mercer's words, Mrs. Whitmore completely broke down. She slid down the counter, covered her face, and her shoulders shook violently. Just then, a television hanging in the pharmacy lobby suddenly cut to financial news. [Breaking news: Medical prodigy Julian Whitmore has completely cured Old Mrs. Westbrook using a long-lost acupuncture technique.] [In gratitude, Westbrook Group has officially gifted Mr. Whitmore ten percent of its shares. Mr. Whitmore's net worth has instantly exceeded ten billion, making him the city's youngest billionaire...] Mrs. Whitmore stared blankly at my face on the screen, then suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions I take a deep breath and channel my pup's teacher's voice. “I will pair you up with as many people as it takes to get you to fall in line. Just do the move right and you are free to go. It’s a simple release move. Do it and be done.” My hands are out in a ‘Whacha gonna do’ gesture.

He pushed off the desk and stood at his full height. "The last day, what you said to me was warranted." He peered directly into her eyes, his voice was soothing. He was not one to admit mistakes but he knew he had to set this one right. "I was wrong to treat you in that utterly disapproving manner and I want to relate my regret and tell you how ardently I desire to apologize and hope that we can reconcile our differences." He spoke fluently and Isis, like always hung on every word he uttered. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. A very cliché analogy but it didn't harbor how true it was.

Raven "I'll say it again. Use emotion behind every attempt.” I held my hands behind my back as I watched the shirtless Prince huff in annoyance. The sweat glistened against his skin in the setting sun, indicating that we had been out here practically all day. To say his body was sculpted at the hands of the gods themselves would be an understatement but I forced my eyes up at the dimming sky. The embarassment I'd feel getting caught gawking at the enemy would scar me for a while and I hoped I'd never feel it either.

"Are you sure?" It was a black bodycon dress with a fur trim on the front. "It'll definitely show off your curves," he said in a suggestive drawl. Seeing his expression, I knew exactly what he was thinking. I smacked him with my arm, but he barely felt anything while I, on the other hand, winced and pulled my arm back. Karl immediately dropped the teasing and checked my hand anxiously. "Are you alright?" "It's not my hand," I said with a huff.

On the right timeline. With the right evidence. The correct amount.

"Now, you are going to step in the circle in the middle of this platform. Try not to move much. I will meet you at the other end." He was pulled forward at about half the speed most escalators run. Stopped in the middle of the machine to rotate him a full 360 degrees and continued out the other side. "Alright, you can step down over here to this machine. Place both of your hands flat on the pad. The screen will tell you when you can remove them." The pad grew rather hot under his hands before the screen beeped at him. "Looks like they are both good to go. Welcome to the Constellation, your majesty."