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Quinn was on the point of refusing when Quick played his trump card. “Josh Cooper says hi.” Quinn groaned and thumped back onto the pillows. “Tell him to fuck off.” Quick laughed in his ear. “Ten o’clock. Don’t be late.” He disconnected the call, leaving Quinn staring up at the ceiling with a mouth full of cotton from too much whiskey the night before and the realization he had to move or he’d be late. Quinn managed a succinct, “Fuck!” At thirty-nine he was too old for this shit.

'Maybe having someone who genuinely enjoys my cooking… maybe that's its own kind of happiness. "By the way, Evan, is it okay if you wait for me to finish eating before you go?" Sylvie asked after checking the time. "It's fine if I'm a little late." Evan didn't mind at all. The Solberg family, especially Hazel, had absolutely no sense of time. Or rather, they only lacked it when it came to him. Hazel was always late when they had plans. Sometimes, she didn't even bother showing up at all. He was used to it.

She carefully flipped it open. "16th August. My stomach's been hurting lately. Classmates took me to the hospital. Apparently, I have late-stage stomach cancer, and I only have three months left to live. I still owe my classmates the consultation fee. I told Mom about it, but she didn't believe me." "3rd September. My stomach's getting worse. Every day's torture. Sometimes I think death might be a release, but I still have the whole world to explore." "20th September. I don't think I can last three months. My body hurts everywhere. I think my release is coming sooner rather than later."

The peeling walls stained with water marks, the chair with one broken leg, the bed made from bricks and wooden boards. When things were a little better, I had thought about fixing up this home properly. But Lucas refused every time. He said once we had money, we would not live here anymore, so there was no point decorating. I believed every promise he made, then guarded this broken-down home like a fool, waiting for those promises to come true. Thinking of that, I suddenly felt it was all meaningless. I closed my suitcase. The property agent called. "Ms. Bell, I can't make the decision about subletting the flower shop. You'll need to speak to the landlord yourself."

When Alexandra Klein hands Ron Drennan the divorce papers, he's busy on the phone, trying to placate his 52nd mistress. "Ron, I want a divorce. Sign these. Once the 30-day waiting period is up, we're done. We can stay out of each other's lives for good." "Mm-hmm." He takes the papers, flips straight to the last page, and signs without bothering to read them. "Okay, okay. I'll be right there," he murmurs into the phone as he gets up and grabs his jacket. He's already at the door by the time he hangs up. Then, as if something has just occurred to him, he turns back. "Oh, right. Lexi, what did you just have me sign?" He signed it without a second thought, and now he wants to know what he

After I was rescued from five years in captivity, my husband, Luke Hauser, told me in an offhand tone, "I'm the one who arranged your kidnapping. When they dragged you into that van, I was standing right there in the alley." I froze. Then my brother, Peter Costner, the richest man in Hendonport, spoke up. "I paid for it. "We only meant to punish you for three years and then bring you home. But Jake was afraid you hadn't learned your lesson and would go on bullying Piper. "He insisted we leave you in that mountain village for another two years." Jake Bingham was an orphan I'd brought home when we were kids. After I was taken, men forced themselves on me night after night. My belly swelle

The night before my wedding, I accidentally connected to Jonas Whitford's Bluetooth earbuds. I was about to disconnect when I heard him talking to his future self, the version of him from 10 years later. "Don't marry Elodie Chandler! "She found out the marriage license was fake. "She killed your first baby with Luna Fairweather, and then she ruined Luna's face with acid!" A chill ran through me. It felt as if a bomb had gone off in my head. The Luna he spoke of was Luna Fairweather, my best friend. Just moments earlier, she had slapped Jonas across the face because he forgot to pull out my chair. Everyone knew the two of them could not stand each other. I stared at Jonas in a daze. He

After our family road trip over the holiday, I got carsick and threw up in the car. Mommy locked me inside the car under the blazing sun. "Zoe! You know how much I hate it when things get dirty!" she screeched. "I won't let you out until you've licked all this filth clean!" I frantically wiped the vomit off the back seat. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I couldn't help it." "Shut up! You're disgusting!" Mommy covered her nose, shoved the car door open, and rushed out. Daddy quickly picked up my little brother, Timmy Yarnell, and shot me an annoyed look. "Zoe, you know how much your Mommy treasures this car, but you made it stink. Listen to her and stay in there to think about what you've done. I'll

Joseph Crosby is a perfectionist. He never makes a plan without a backup. If anything goes wrong with Plan A, even something minor, he immediately switches to Plan B. The day he plans to propose, I have a sudden allergic reaction. I end up in the hospital on an IV. Joseph goes through with the proposal anyway. He slips the ring onto my twin sister Madelyn Swanson's finger instead. Then, on the day of our wedding photo shoot, my morning sickness is so bad I can't even get out of bed. So Joseph has Madelyn stand in for me, using every pose and setting I'd spent so much time choosing. I've fought with him about it more times than I can count, but Joseph always gives me the same answer. "

The eleventh one that week. "Okay," Dante said. He sounded half asleep. It was eight in the evening in Brookhaven. She could hear a television behind him, muted. "Okay. Tell me what happened." "I don't know what happened. It just falls. Every time I get to the top, the sides give, and it just..." She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. "The final is in six weeks. Julien says the cage is what wins it. And I can't even make it stand up."