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He'd been gone for seven whole years! After the accident, I'd been unconscious for three months. When I woke up, I was told he was dead. But now, he'd suddenly appeared. I tightened my grip on my clutch, my nails digging into my palm. Soon, the car pulled up outside my apartment. I hurried in and pulled out a bottle of vodka from the cabinet. The burn of the alcohol sliding down my throat finally made the situation feel real to me. I lifted my head and looked at the gaunt figure by the door.

he whispered, but there was something terrifying in his eyes when he looked down at me on the ground — a flicker of excitement that made my blood run cold. I could see his erection in his pants, like seeing me the way excited him. That’s sick— Hunter’s sick. He turned away for a moment, then his gaze locked onto my drawer. Before I could stop him, he kicked it hard. The wood cracked and splintered and the cans rolled out across the floor. Hunter snatched one, cracked it open, and drank like a man dying of thirst. I watched in horror as the alcohol took hold again, dulling whatever brief remorse he’d shown.

Then I slept. The next morning, the sunlight was harsh. My body still ached. I lifted my arm. The skin was still loose and waxen, but the deep, blood-red scratches were gone—every last one. Smooth and unblemished, as if last night had been a dream. But the residual sting was so real it made my head spin. A mad thought struck me. I sprang upright, joints cracking, grabbed my car keys, and sped to the Faulkner Group building.

RASHIDA ummuraf6 SPECIAL THANKS A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS. YOU ALL MADE WRITING WORTHWHILE FOR ME. Thank you so very much. Please tag your friends so they can join the rollercoaster. Guys please leave your reviews let's know what you think about the whole story Thank you once again for reading the Homewrecker. We meet again in my new story. THE GRIMORE The cover and blurb is in the next chapter so do check it out.

'Why does it feels like, Jake wasn't just an extra in this world? Well, I don't mean it in a bad way but, Jake's good looks doesn't seem to fit in with some extra in the novel. But on the other hand, I also think it's possible to have a good looking extra like him when looking at the tall guy besides Jen. And it's also possible that the people in this world are all good looking especially when this world is inside a novel. This is a real world now, inside a fictitious book. Well, let's not think about that.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

she said, “It’s clear something brought you here today. But you haven’t said what it is yet. So… why are you here?” He cleared his throat. Once. Twice. His jaw tightened. And then, softly: “I had something happen to me in the past… something I don’t wanna talk about.” Lena didn’t interrupt. She simply nodded. “My parents know about it. My siblings. A couple of cops in Chicago precinct 52,” he continued. “That’s it.” He paused, lips slightly parted, as if unsure whether to keep going. “I was kidnapped,” he said finally. The word dropped like a stone in the room. “Tortured. Held for days. Weeks, maybe. I don’t even know. I was drugged a lot. Beaten. Broken.”

🌸 Author’s Note – Thank You From the Bottom of My Heart 🌸 I woke up this morning to see that Wreck Me Quietly had been added to 12 readers' libraries overnight. Twelve. That might not sound like much to some people, but to me… it’s everything.

I never expected him to surprise me like this! The woman's breathing became anxious as her face flushed. Then, she forced a smile and came over, speaking in a flattering tone. "Oh dear, I was wondering who it was! It's you, Wendy! Come in and have a seat. My name is Quinn Lawson, Gary's cousin. I've been looking for a job these past few days, so I've been staying here." The moment I stepped inside the apartment, I could hardly breathe. Almost every trace of my mother had been wiped from the apartment. Expensive bags, clothes, and makeup lay everywhere, becoming thorns in my eyes.