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Catalina’s POV. I was making Luca’s bed nice and neat, gently smoothing out the sheets while he was in the bathroom. The room was so still and quiet, which felt really different from all the thoughts racing around in my head. While I folded the blanket and set it neatly on the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help but notice the vanity table nearby. A piece of paper was there, a bit crumpled, with its edges curled from being held tightly. Feeling a bit curious, I picked it up and took a closer look at the drawing. A little boy with dark hair was holding hands with a blonde woman who had a bright, warm smile. A sleek black Maserati stood out in the background. My heart felt heavy.

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Fire and decay. I opened my eyes and scanned the area. No movement. I let my shoulders relax and the grip on my pistol loosen slightly. No immediate danger. I leant back into the seat and turned my head, scanning the area out the front window before looking to Jake. He looked perfectly at ease, composed, relaxed and I felt slightly ashamed that this was effecting me so badly. I wanted this. This life, this career. I still do. I want to help, want to make a difference, make a change. I took a deep breath then went back to scanning the area in silence. I could dwell on all of this later on, for now, I had a job to do. “I've got a small group of dead to the left.” I stated through the walkie, n

How can he waste everything? He decided to leave. " I just need fresh air, excuse me!", he uttered and passed between them. --- Lucy and Gale, we're both quiet. Gale's eyes were studying her movement. He quickly ran to catch her when she suddenly falls while reaching the book on the shelves. They're inside his library and Lucy offered to clean it.

Zane flushed, realized he’d made noise in front of literally everyone important, and then, to his credit, did not back down. He squared his shoulders. “No,” he said again, louder. “No one’s taking her blood to feed to a hole in the world. I don’t care what ‘old book says.’” Melody blinked. Heather smiled slowly. “Ohhhh,” she whispered, delighted. “Zane. I did not know you had a spine. I like you now.” Zane scowled. “I’ve always had a spine.” “You’ve always had a pretty spine,” Heather corrected. “This is new. I’m proud. Continue.”

Goodbye - He sent it to Anna and closed his eyes. It is not easy... He is a human and he has feelings that hurt like hell. Zane wiped the wetness that pooled in the corner of his eyes. Now he has to get ready and go meet Claire. If she will accept his terms and condition. He will go with her... Zane switched off his phone and placed it on the centre table. He locked his apartment and came out. Zane hired a cab and gave the driver instructions to the place where he has to meet Claire. ***

Everyone in the community loves her, and they support her to fulfill her dreams at the University as a writer. But Mrs.Angus was not comfortable with the idea of Zena leaving the village for the city, although she has not given Zena a reason to start suspecting her of her selfish idea. Zena had overstayed at the market, waiting for the last customer to sell the few pieces of her black-eye pea fritters, but the day was already dark, a cylinder-like flame lamp that was stuck at the truck she uses to sell her fritter was what she uses to see in the dark.

I returned to the villa and packed up everything related to Zane. Precious jewelry, luxury goods, stuffed animals, and photos of us as a couple—I burned them all. But when I saw a glass bottle, I paused. Inside was a letter Zane had written when he was 17. It was his wish for the future. I had read it many times before. But today, as I held the thin piece of paper in my hands, I still couldn't help unfurling and reading it one last time.

She simply nodded, as though she knew exactly what I was planning to do, and somehow, that small gesture became the strength I needed. Without allowing myself another chance to retreat, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I stopped in horror. Almighty Goddess. Zane’s room was trashed. Broken glass glittered across the floor near the fireplace, books lay scattered everywhere, the curtains had been half-ripped from their rods, and furniture sat crooked as though a storm had torn through the room. My gaze swept across the destruction before finally landing in the darkest corner of the room. Zane sat on the floor with his knees drawn tightly against his chest. His head rested against the

Zane sits in a corner booth, two glasses waiting. He doesn't ask questions. He just pushes a glass toward me. For two hours, I let the alcohol numb my insides. I drink until the image of Sandy’s hands on Jamie begins to blur. Until the sting of Luca’s silence is only a dull ache. "You deserve to know everything,", Zane says. His voice drops to a whisper. It’s thick. Dark. It’s scary. "About why I really followed you back. Why I’ve been following these past few months"