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Where was her farmhand? She looked at her mother and saw nothing but ire upon her face. Her arms were straight down to her sides, her hands in fists, and when the woman stopped and bowed before the queen, saying, “Your Majesty, I am Minta of Arnast of Eastbury, and as the Head of Voting for the province, I have been asked to present our Representative in lieu of a family member or nobility.”

Just fixed at the same spot without moving. ******** Kim Annie

Perfect’s office is the least comfortable place Kate has ever been in. The counselor herself is no improvement. Filipino kids, with one glance at Ms. Perfect, would arrive at the same identifier: Miss Minchin, from the dubbed rebroadcasts of Princess Sarah, an old-school Japanese anime, and from online memes lifted from the same. This is because Ms. Perfect has the same elongated face and pointed chin of the main villain, plus vintage cat eyeglasses and an ultra-sleek topknot bun. In the Philippines, the identifier Miss Minchin is also synonymous with terror teacher.

Someone POV "Have you found any information on her yet?" A man sitting in a swivel chair asked. He is so serious and very sophisticated. "As of now, I already have some of her information." "Fire." "Her true name is Kimora Hestia De Mixa Galvez. She's 19 years old and her birthday is December 24th. She's now living with her fiance." "Fiance ?!" "Yes sir. Zyron Cosmian and Maddison have a contract. I mean Maddison sell her daughter to Zyron to pay all their debts."

Social media exploded. “What do you mean he apologized???” “Damian Blackwell?? The Damian Blackwell???” “This has to be fake.” “No way a man like that admits fault publicly.” “But he did.” “He called her Mrs. Blackwell.” “He threatened media outlets AND apologized?? Pick a side???” “Who is this woman???” “A ghost turned queen, apparently.” “Seraphina Vale is really alive???” The frenzy spread like wildfire. Fast. Miles away, in a suite that looked like luxury but felt like a cage, Lysandra stood frozen in front of the television.

‘regards to him-‘ She read in her mind what he’d dared to say. “Mum-“ Zach interrupted her thinking. “What?” She responded at the clasp of her attention. “there’s a party tonight and i want to go. With a friend” He stammered weirdly, whilst his mum arched her brows at this development. They’d only been in Paris for three weeks and earlier today, she’d found him smiling at the walls, she knew it was a girl- -but she thought it was a girl from school, that the love capital of the world was in action, unbeknownst to her that it was one, they both couldn’t see- Irene. Katharina Stones, her real name.

Lilika and I had a common enemy and convenient enough, that woman was my only threat. "No need to worry about that," Lilika assured as she strolled around with a pan filled with water and headed to the cooker. "I've hired a private investigator to go look into her. By the way, her name is Alva Pierce. She grew up in the ghetto side of town. Attica to be precise. If someone like her was born there. We are bound to find something to rope her with. Trust me, Doria, she is merely a pesky fly that will get swabbed sooner than later."

Her. The same woman I'd caught a glimpse of earlier. The one who made my wolf stir. The one whose scent had burned its way into my brain. She was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. A warrior's build—strong, but lean. And still, there was something shut down about her. A barrier around her, strong and impenetrable. Mate, my wolf murmured. I waited for her reaction. For her to reflect the recognition that I'd felt. But she didn't. Her expression was blank, detached.

“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle.

She wanted me to trade her or she wanted to use me like she had used the others to try and prove her point, to prove her strength. Her presence was unmistakable, cold and poisonous and heavy, pressing against my skull like a voice I couldn’t ignore. But I did my best to ignore it. No matter how painful or piercing it was, I was not going to allow her to get inside my mind. I was not going to give her that advantage. Delilah. My name again, slithering through the fog like silk. She called through very calmly, as if expecting a response, one that I did not plan on giving.