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"Isabella, I'm here; please, can we talk? There was no sound heard from the room. It appeared Sharon was just talking to herself. But she persisted and knew she had to be patient because of the problem she had caused. So Sharon crushed her forehead to the doorframe, held onto the doorknob tightly, and called out again. "Isabella, I know you're upset. I know I have hurt you. I cannot let things end this way. Please let the door open." After a few moments of silence, finally the door opened slightly. Isabella stood in front of the door with her hands crossed on her chest. Her eyes swollen from crying, her face was pale, but her gaze clearly showed wrath.

I whispered, my voice shaky. He stilled, then smiled, kissing me again. “It is alright. It can wait.” Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I did not know I had been holding. He kissed me once more, slower this time, before pulling me back into his arms. Wrapped in his warmth, I closed my eyes and let myself believe, just for a moment, that the rest of the world could wait too.

Then, the door opened, and I forgot how to function. Tobias looked like a walking magazine ad—brown suit, that calm swagger, those eyes that made me forget how to lie. And of course, he had the audacity to smile at me like he wasn’t currently frying my last nerve.

replied Sandra as she looked into her bag to search for her keys. As they got to her door, Eric watched as she opened her door and before he could say goodbye, she asked in a soft voice" would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" He did not want to turn down the offer as he did not want to be seen as defining a class between them. He step into her apartment as she locked the door and put away her bag. He did not remember how small the apartment was. This was one of the earlier apartments he had built. The place was clean and everything seemed to be in place in her small space. There was a fresh flower by the window sill. He walked towards the window and peered into the streets. Such a n

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

she gazed at the screen in disbelief as she looked up searching for who had sent the message, as she was about runnig back to the gallery in panick A figure appeared from the darkness wearing a hoodie, his face lit up by the glow of a nearby streetlamp. She staggers back as the figure keeps advancing toward her, his features becoming clearer with each step. Eleanor's eyes widen as she tries to figure out who the masked figure is, her mind racing with confusion. As she watches the masked figure's face was twisted into a mischievous smirk, his eyes glistening with a threatening look that makes her blood run cold. Her phone slips from her trembling hands as she stares at him in horror.

Cara The shadiest car rental place in the world gets the eighth credit card to work and lets me drive off in a thirty-year-old Nissan Altima that jolts and stutters as I cruise away from Chicago. I'm thinking about Eros the whole way. I should have my future at the top of my mind—I still don't know where I'm going or if I'll sleep in a warm bed or in the back seat of this dumpy car—and my stomach's beginning to rumble. Fortunately, I stole food from the Drake's complimentary breakfast table, but that won't last forever.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

“It’s not the smell of flowers. It’s the scent of the departed souls. Take note of it so that when I visit you someday after I have joined my ancestors, you would remember to give me water. Your grandpa came to visit us, so I had to give him water to continue his journey home. “I’m sure that, from the ancestral world, your grandpa is giving you his backing on the adventure of love that you will soon embark on. You may doubt it because your so-called education and books tells you nothing about these things. But trust me Quasi, whatever happens in the material world first happen in the world of the unseen.”