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----- I WAITED FOR FIVE F*CKING HOURS. No one came. Not even one of them. I tried calling Lady again and again, but her number was unreachable. I tried messaging her on IG—still nothing. What was I supposed to do? Did something happen to the supplier? Was there an emergency? Is that why neither of them showed up? But I didn’t have the supplier’s contact. Only Lady’s. Did I just get f*cking scammed? They did this on purpose, didn’t they? They stole from me. Five hours. I dropped the fork in my hand. I was numb.

Audrey Smith was out with her friend on a Friday night like every other of her Friday nights. "Amy I think it's time to go it's already 1:45 my mum will soon notice I'm gone," said Audrey nagging her friend. "Just 30 minutes more, what's the rush" said Amy holding a bottle to Audrey "On the contrary, let's dance," said Amy pulling her friend to the dance floor. As they danced their hearts out, they heard a loud bang like a gunshot. As everyone screamed and scurried for their lives, Audrey lost sight of Amy.

That was the only lead he had and now it was gone. It was going to be more difficult than he thought, twenty four hours was almost gone and still, he had no lead yet. After so much thinking, an idea popped up in his head. It was a crazy one but he was willing to try it. He headed out back and went to a bookstore, he bought an Albanian dictionary and headed back to the hotel. All he had to do was wait, wait till nightfall. ********** After hours, it was night again. Axel waited till it was almost midnight before heading out. He got into the car Max provided for him and drove into the streets.

At last, Friday arrived. Hae Mina looked to the ceiling. According to Duskin, they were going to have dinner after the concert, then they would check into a hotel. The next day they were touring the city and, as Kyung Jiho put it, running from crazed fans, and then they would return to Korea early Monday morning. She was thankful that Nightide's concert was considered an excused absence for the band members. "Jae-Woo!" Jeremy called as he stumbled up the stairs. "We have to go! We're leaving early due to weather conditions. They get a lot more snow than we do and if we don't go…"

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

What if you're broken-hearted? Would you do the thing that you haven't done in your whole life? Charmane Cordova. Unexpectedly meet, this most sought-after bachelor... Bradley Hernandez, A guy that she doesn't know yet, A guy that got her attention, and a guy she had spent her whole night with... And this will be their, JUST ONE NIGHT together. ___________ JUST ONE NIGHT (English Version) By: Mairisian ***** This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

I gripped the handlebars and rode my bike toward the garage before shutting the roll-up door behind me. Then I headed inside the bar. And just as expected…Friday night was already in full swing. The festival was in full motion. Loud music blasted through the speakers while laughter and drunken shouting bounced off the walls. Cigarette smoke curled thickly through the air. Bottles were scattered across nearly every table, and club girls moved around freely, draping themselves over whichever man caught their attention. Fridays were always reserved for business like shipment days, deals being closed, money changing hands.

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

I wasn't going to let these two shameless lowlifes get away with this. Furious, I scrolled through their chat history all the way up to last night. What I saw nearly drove me insane. It turned out that when I saw Kathleen comforting herself last night, she wasn't doing it while watching some racy video. She had been on a video call with Gordon, and they were pleasuring each other! Gordon even sent a message to Kathleen, telling her to fry up one of the sausages she had used for me to eat. When I read that, I felt so disgusted that I ran to the bathroom and threw up for an hour before I could regain my composure.

11:59 PM. “Day 594,” Adrian said. 56 BPM. “I know,” I said. “Eight,” Adrian said. “Eight,” I said. _Thump._ Upstairs. Ivy. Isla. Sleep. Alex. Sleep. Phone on nightstand. UCLA. Chloe. Sleep. Class tomorrow. _Silence. 12:00 AM._ January 8th, 2024. Chloe’s back to class. 2:47 PM is 8 minutes now. Rule 5 still holds.