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She was stunning—tall, with long blonde hair, flawless skin, and a verified I*******m badge with over five hundred thousand followers. "This is Vanessa Vance," Sarah announced. "Derek Vance's older sister, and... Jaxson’s ex-girlfriend from sophomore year." Jaxson’s entire body went rigid. “No," he said, his voice flat and hard as iron. "Absolutely not. Vanessa has nothing to do with this." "She does now," Sarah said smoothly.

Maybe that's what I deserve. ******** Rachel I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it's true that he once was my best friend, someone who was older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connected, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when my mom died when I was fifteen. I don't know from where my father, whom I never knew came in taking in his ho

Whatever they were talking about sounded important. "We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen." "you can't blame Luna", my dad defended. "I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother." I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

I snapped out of my thoughts, "What did you find out about Irina's current situation?" " Not much, she's said to act in a new novel - movie adaptation." - She paused, downing another sip from her cup." I also heard that it's one of the famous director, Shawn Mendes ' project. Some are even speculating that it would be a hit at the box office this year. " " Though famous for his block buster movies, but his character is quite questionable..... " I dropped my pen, making a soft click against the glass table." How do you mean? "

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.

He still answered to her frequency faster than he answered to mine. Vanessa stood in the frame. "You have some nerve," Mandy started, already rising off the couch, venom rising fast in her voice. "Barging in here like—" "I need Ronan," Vanessa said, cutting clean through her, not even bothering to look in Mandy's direction. "Outside. Now." Something tightened low in my stomach. What the hell is this about? "Excuse me," Mandy said, sharper now. "You don't just walk into a room and—"

The crystal glistens, giving it a resemblance of white, blue, and pink shimmering colors inside. "It's now or never Carrie! This is our time. First, take down Damian and Blake, second, make sure Joseph kills Tyler, and last, kill Selene."

"Am I in trouble?" His eyes held hers as he simply shook his head. He contemplated the fact the dark depths of her eyes and the thick, dark lashes made them considerably large against her face. It was an attractive, dominant quality—one young, one innocent, one curious, captivating. "No, just some routine questioning about your mother's case... I figured you wouldn't want to talk about that kinda stuff in the administration block," the man, Luca Haris, spoke in a response, watching as the girl, Genevieve, lowered her eyes from his. Her hair fell around her face, though not in enough time to conceal the deepened colour of her cheeks, kissed by the selflessness of another, even in the absence

You cry and cry until you're numb, until your eyes don't have anything to give. Then comes the blaming, you find something to blame because it makes you feel better, you blame the person for dying, you blame the person responsible or the sickness responsible. You blame the universe and everyone. What hurts the most is self-blame. You blame yourself for not looking carefully, for not defending, and for not being there or being strong enough. Self Blame is a bitch. So yeah, I understand where Jackson is coming from. “Ashanti?" My eyes snap up to his, he's waiting for my answer. His eyes are full of concern. Fuck that.

a young woman stands in the doorway hair sleek and glossy like its been kissed by a stylist wand her smile bright enough to demand attention. she wearing designer sneakers that definitely dont belong in a camp setting and a lanyard with her name already sparkling under the light. Vanessa. “yes,” i say cautiously. “you must be the new intern?” “Mm-hmm !” she chirps stepping inside with the energy of someone walking into a photoshoot.“Vanessa Leighton. I’ve heard so much about you.” There’s something in her tone—half admiration, half curiosity. She doesn’t stop moving, scanning the cabin as if assessing how well it photographs.