Emily Thomas
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Days after the entrance exam, Harvey University finally released the results. The sound of the clock's soft 'tick tock' reminded me of a ticking time bomb while I stared at the unopened email on my laptop screen. Inside the library, I shifted on top of the swivel chair uncomfortably while my wide, unblinking eyes surveyed the words written in bold capital letters saying, 'EXAMINATION RESULTS.' My fingers flew together in prayer while my eyes began to close. 'Lord, please let me pass the exam,…
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Later that afternoon, an hour after a spectacular lunch, I retreated back to the privacy of the library and buried my nose in between a book. The events from this morning still occupy my thoughts but I didn't allow it to ruin my mood. Every time it pops into my mind, I just push it away. It wasn't that important after all compared to my critical exam tomorrow. I waited for Ace to materialize from the door so I could talk to him but he failed to appear.?Not even his shadows showed up in the library after…
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"Please sit down, Marcus." I offered, motioning him to occupy the crème colored sofa, he obediently followed and moved forward.?He sank into the soft cushion with the natural grace of a king. After he was settled, I took the seat opposite him and placed the bouquet of fresh red roses on top of my lap before I shifted my attention back to his. Marcus was intently looking at me and I'm afraid I would melt?by the way he looked at me. I?manage to meet his unnerving glance despite the embarrassing peck on…
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A week later. The phone ringing aloud on top of the alabaster study table captured my attention. Sighing, I lowered the reviewer on top of other academic books I'd been skimming over an hour ago and reached for the phone. I vacated my seat and touched the answer button after gingerly glancing at the screen. Alexander's calling. The frown scrunching my eyebrows faded instantly. My spirit lit up. It's been a week since papa and I last talked. I missed him badly. It's uplifting to hear his voice…
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"It doesn't end there, Beatrix." He said carefully, watching the expression on my face. His arms tightened around me, crushing me into the hard muscles of his chest until I could barely breathe. He was holding me possessively, fearing I would escape if I have the chance. His breathing roughened, his heartbeat intensified. He was having difficulty saying the next words out of his mouth. I closed my eyes firmly, bracing myself for another wave of seething pain as the words finally sprung free, making me…
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"I just want to let you know before I start to explain the truth, that you'd been the very best wife to me. Whatever happened in the past—it's entirely my fault." He spoke so gently, his tone trembled a bit. Pain and regret struck his exquisite blue eyes. Seeing his eyes glistened with tears broke my soft and fragile heart into a million pieces. His bright eyes never once depart from mine in fear I would vanish from his sight if he dared to look away for even a second. His warm fingers slid to my arms…
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I heard everything—from start to finish—all I could say is…. I'm a dead man. With her memory slowly returning, telling her the truth would be the best solution. Before the door to Beatrix's room could open and someone would discover what I'm up to, I quickly retreated back to the privacy of my room dragging my sunken spirits behind me. I was about to talk to her, I told myself to ease my guilt, but when the topic of her memories came up, eavesdropping was my only option to acquire more valuable…
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Three in the afternoon came. A soft knock then sounded on the door. It must be Elisa. Excitedly, I left the bed in a hurry and walked to the door and pulled it open. Elisah stood in the doorway, her eyes lit with glee. She has her large suitcase behind her. My mood brightened at the sight of her. "Please come in, Lis." I pulled the door wider. She mumbled 'thank you before entering. She entered the door with ease as she pulled her large suitcase inside. I followed her with my gaze until she…
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"Is something wrong Beatrix?" Carter's voice sent my thoughts crashing back to earth. He sounded bothered… and a little bit worried. But probably it's just my imagination. He was casually seated inside Madam Stella's large van but it appeared smaller while he was inside, and the space seems to constrict from his presence. 'Everything had been wrong from the very start, Carter. How could you explain the picture of us inside your wallet? Is the picture photoshopped and you're really an obsessed…
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His strong hands moved to explore my back, a soft groan escaped my lips when the warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of my nightwear. My fingers tightened their grip on his neck when he deepened the kiss. The room seemed to fade in the distance, the wild drumming of his heart and so my own was the only noise I could hear aside from our sharp intake of breath. The kiss lasted for almost an eternity and just when I hoped it would remain that way, it was over, leaving me reeling for more.…
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