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He said. I tried to get away from him but he scooped me and placed me on his table. He looked down on my cleavage and grinned. "Eyes on me, Mr. Ethan Travis Smith." I laughed and held his face. His hands were on my thighs now. "I have a surprise for you." He said and pulled something in his coat's inner pocket. I saw two white folded paper. "Cindy already cleared your schedule next week." He smiled and gave me the paper. What?

Logan felt his cheeks warm and shifted uncomfortably on his seat. I feel brave and coward at the same time, writing down all the things I could never tell you to your face. At this point, I don't even know what I'm trying to say. Perhaps it was a bad idea, this letter. But I think I'm doing this because the dead do want to leave their little voice behind. Will you remember my voice? He stared at the piece of paper, the words seemed to merge through his tears. Ok. I'm being silly. We have discussed this a thousand times. Of course, you'll remember me, you'll remember all of me. You love me and I love you too. Why am I making this about me? This isn't about me, it's about YOU.

the make-up artist said opening her bag and bringing out a magazine as she handed it to Octavia collecting the one in her hand, Octavia was about to open the magazine when her phone beeped beside her, she touched the screen as a message popped up. SOON TO BE MRS. HYDRA, I AM GUESSING LIGHT MAKE UP LOL It was a message from an unknown number and she suspected it was the same person that messaged her a month ago, but who was this person? She had overlooked the message the last time but now she wasn't sure she could, were they playing tricks on her. She looked at the girls but they seemed busy organizing the list for the wedding, she looked closely just to be sure but none of them were with the

I climbed that stage, took the mic, and sang my heart out. “And if the heaven was a place without you, then take me to hell…” I sang the lyrics, shutting my eyes. The crowd was silent and my voice held them in a trance. It wasn't the best voice in town, but it was breaking and it was passionate. “Kiss me in hell, let us burn,” I continued. The lyrics to this song were dark, and they were what my fragile heart needed to let out. As soon as I finished, a round of applause followed. A few people stood up.

The lock stayed firm. Through the peephole, he saw her curled on the bed, shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly, stylus trembling in her hand while she wrote on her iPad. When she finished, she slid off the mattress and padded over to the door. It cracked open just enough for her to pass the tablet through. Vito didn’t force his way in. He simply accepted the iPad through the narrow opening. This Silence. Written words. The safety of a closed door. It was their ritual, one built for moments when pain made eye contact unbearable.

And it made her emotional. She noticed something else next to the cookies and picked it up. It was a baby pink envelope and it was so pretty. Ana awed a little. She already knew who it was from. No need to play guess games. It was Jack. Hopefully anyways. He had realized how wrong he had been and had decided to apologise. If it wasn't him anyways, Ana was sure she was going to cry. She kept the flowers down and opened the envelope. It was so sweet and it actually brought tears to her eyes. It read:

Hmm, hmm And you don't have to keep it quiet And I know it makes you nervous But I promise you, it's worth it She kissed his eyes. To show 'em everything you kept inside Don't hide, don't hide Too shy to say, but I hope you stay Don't hide away He reached up, taking a curl of his between her fingertips. Come out and play He touched her face gently, making her turn and kiss his hand. His breath hitched. Look up, out of your window See snow, won't let it in though Leave home, feel the wind blow 'Cause it's colder here inside in silence You don't have to keep it quiet

" The bodyguards' screams echoed as they were hauled away. Wendy, pale as a ghost, tried to sweet-talk Ethan. He sidestepped, repulsed, giving her a wide berth. He stooped, cradling me and the little pups in my arms, and hoisted us up effortlessly. Before the eyes of all assembled, he proclaimed with a booming voice, "Chloe is moving into the main house, starting today." Pausing at the threshold, Ethan glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes slicing through Wendy like ice. "You're the evil one! "Chloe will be the lady of the Gibsons one day; you've got no business hurting her!"

he says telling all of us to take a seat, and due to my lack of luck, I end up sitting next to full beat. "Please pass these papers and pens around, please go ahead and fill them up for us, once you're all ready we're going to have a one-on-one meeting," Victor says and he takes a seat away from all of us, leaving us in peace. "I hate filling papers," full glam whines as she starts to fill the paper, it's very simple questions, just about our name, ages, and other very small things, nothing too major or hard to remember. "How the fuck should I know this," full glam whines, I looked at her side and she has hardly filled anything, she's stuck on the allergy question, doesn't she know if she ha

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.