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Xavier finally said as he stepped aside, and his friends did the same. Everyone thought that they were done with him the time being. But, when he reached the stairs, Xavier smiled wickedly before pushing Landon off the stairs. Some of the students who witnessed what happened screamed out of shock and fear. Nancy, Max, Alex, Sara, Hilary and Henry, Vans, Ayesha, and Olga all watched as everything took place. Nobody moved, especially when Xavier said: 'None of you saw anything.' --------------------

"Why should we listen to you? You're not even the Luna, you don't have any power to order us." The young woman was named Caroline. She had long, curly, dark hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were a deep brown and were piercing, as if she could see through Selena's every move. Caroline was dressed in a fitted black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had a silver chain around her neck with a small wolf pendant, a symbol of her status as a werewolf. Her posture was confident and commanding, and she had a scowl on her face as she spoke

Jeez, didn't you look in the mirror?" ".." Elsie picked up her phone and opened the camera. Sure enough, her face was swollen. She looked more like a panda than a zombie. She went to her room and changed out of her dress into a more comfortable one. She layed on her bed and was about to log into her F******k account when a call came in. Her phone's screen flashed as "Dearest" was boldly written on it. She abruptly stood up and pulled her blanket off her body

(Elara's POV) The day had arrived. The Spring Festival. A day of unity, a day of alliances, and for me, a day I desperately hoped to survive with my sanity intact. I stood before the full-length mirror, my reflection staring back with a mixture of apprehension and defiance. The lavender dress Kaelen had picked out clung to me like a second skin, the delicate fabric whispering against my curves. It was breathtaking, the light shade highlighting the soft glow of my omega skin. The flowing design, particularly around my burgeoning belly, was subtly alluring, hinting instead of revealing. It was a masterpiece, a testament to Kaelen's exquisite taste… and his desire to make Damon regret his actio

Elena’ POV The dress was unrecognizable, on purpose. A sleek, backless silhouette in midnight blue clung to my body like a second skin. My hair….normally pinned and poised….fell in soft, dyed auburn waves around my face. My voice was disguised beneath a faint European accent, perfected over hours with Isabella’s help. And the glittering, black lace mask over my eyes? That was the finishing touch. This wasn’t Elena Ravenswood, co-CEO of Crest Tech, queen of boardrooms and front-page scandals.

Eliana said. She was sitting on the beige sofa, a makeup artist hovering over her, dusting powder onto her nose. She looked impeccable. She was wearing a midnight blue dress—a nod to the engagement party—that was modest but sharp. Armor. “I’m not pacing,” I lied. “I’m strategizing.” “You’re thinking about how many ways you can legally strangle Elena Costa on live television,” she corrected. “Elena Costa is a vulture,” I muttered. “She made a career out of tearing women down under the guise of ‘journalism.’ If she comes for you, Eliana…”

She'd sold everything she could: the silver necklace her mother had worn every day, the antique lamp from her grandmother, even the little collection of first-edition paperbacks she'd treasured since college. Tonight she'd come to this bar because a friend had said, "You need to breathe, Elena. Just one night where you're not thinking about tomorrow." So she'd worn the red dress her mother had always loved, the one that hugged her curves and made her feel dangerous. She'd let her dark hair fall loose, painted her lips crimson, and ordered whiskey she couldn't really afford. And then she'd seen him. Alexander Voss.

Short enough to be daring, long enough to be allowed on campus. The next drawer. Cashmere sweaters. Cream, charcoal, navy colors. He had erased me. Elena Vance from Ohio was gone in her place was a doll made of expensive fabric and fear. I felt a scream building in my throat, but I swallowed it down, screaming wouldn't help, I feel totally dumb and helpless, survival was the only thing that mattered to me right now. I grabbed a gray pleated skirt and a black turtleneck. I put them on quickly, my hands shaking and I pulled on a pair of thick black tights and the boots I had worn yesterday.

"Let her see that the Ghost isn't afraid of the Queen’s court." I rolled the Norton out to the staging area. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the smell of fake blood, pyrotechnics, and real fear. Then, the crowd parted. Elena emerged from a private trailer, dressed in her signature all-white leathers. She didn't look at the crew. She didn't look at the cameras. She walked straight to the lead prototype and kicked it to life, the high-pitched whistle of the turbine screaming through the soundstage. She turned her mirrored visor toward me. She didn't say a word, but I felt the weight of her gaze a cold, predatory challenge.

"We’re five minutes from the Spire, and the board is already gathered in the emergency theater. They think they’re meeting a ghost." Elena didn't hesitate. She shed the oversized, beige wool sweater the "wife" uniform and tossed it onto the floor of the car like it was poisonous. Underneath, she wore a simple silk slip. She opened the vanity case. Inside lay a 30-inch, bone-straight black wig that shone like obsidian under the car’s interior lights. With practiced ease, she secured it, the heavy silk of the hair falling past her waist. "The glasses, Elena," Marcus reminded her, handing over a pair of sharp, diamond-studded frames.