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The fresh air coming from the slightly opened window soothed Alexa Hathaway as she laid gently on her bed.It was another Saturday and Alexa loved Saturdays. She'd say that it was specially created for her to explore the whole of New York, rather than being stuck with their maid Josie. That day was no different, she'd tour most of the places she never had the chance to surf her whole sixteen years. The only thing that bothered her was the creepy old woman that was following her. She came home at her usual time. She always liked coming home before three pm to watch her favourite mystery thriller TV series"A murder is declared".It was the final season and she didn't dare miss it. Alexa was trying to figure out why that old Lady was following

Anjani’s face frowned in annoyance when she saw Yuna sitting in the living room of her apartment. The cheerful Anjani from being led home by Sean turned into annoyance.“Why are you still here?” asked Anjani arrogantly.Yuna smiled kindly, her hand stroking Anjani’s hair dear, “I’ll stay here tonight.” Yuna answered.Anjani stared, she turned to look at Sean who was changing his shoes to sandals.“Not allowed!” snapped Anjani, “you can’t stay here!” said Anjani while lying on the sofa.Yuna’s hand that was still stroking Anjani’s hair suddenly stopped, her eyes widened because she was sad that she didn’t get permission from her boyfriend’s wife.“Why?” Yuna asked quietly.Anjani lifted her face proudly, “No, it’s called adultery! Adultery is sin, are you going to hell?” said Anjani to teach.Yuna innocently lowered her head, tears blocking her face. She was like the little sister her sister just scolded.“I just got married, but

“Huh?” Yvonne was slightly taken aback. “Why are you asking me this out of the blue?”Henry lowered his gaze. “It’s just a random question.”“I see.” Yvonne nodded. Although she believed him, she was still a little amused. “That’s a rather strange question.”“So what’s your answer?” Henry looked up at her.Yvonne bit her thumb. “It depends on the situation. You were asking if my current family isn’t my real family, and if my real family is my enemy? Then that depends on how deep the hatred is. If…”“If what?” Henry gripped the glass tightly.Yvonne smiled, “If we’re talking about how they’re like my parents who are biased toward their son and only treat me like an ATM, then I won’t deny them. At best, it’ll just remain as a cold relationship.”“What if they’re like Dominic Conrad, who kidnapped you, took your bone marrow, and killed your child?” A complicated emotion flashed across Henry’s eyes when he asked the question.Yvonne frowned. “Why do you have to offer that example?”

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Elle doit avoir mieux à faire et comme la tombe sera toujours là l’an prochain…L’instant d’après, elle se brûlait la langue sur son breuvage. Certainement une a punition divine pour avoir présumé en mal des intentions de sa jumelle. C’était plus fort qu’elle en ce moment. Novembre lui mettait les nerfs à vif, c’était une plaie qui ne cicatrisait pas, malgré les années.— Pourquoi tu lui en veux autant ? osa demander Finngall en évitant a soigneusement son regard.— Je ne… pour rien, trancha-t-elle après avoir failli s’emporter.Elle avait la sensation qu’il ne a comprendrait pas. Pour cela, il faudrait avoir vécu ce qu’elle avait vécu. Isobel poussa un profond soupir puis ferma les paupières. Tout en soufflant sur le contenu brûlant de son mug, elle se concentrait. En y prêtant attention, son ami pourrait voir vibrer ses orbes oculaires a sous la peau fine et blanche qui les recouvrait. L’atmosphère se fit magnétique, au point de donner la chair de poule à l’étudiant en théo