Emily Thomas
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"H-have w-we met before?" I blurted the words aloud before I realized what I was doing. I shouldn't have asked but there's a part of me curious to find the truth. A pair of exquisite blue eyes stared back at me and I caught my breath as he steadied his gaze to mine. He's got the most amazing shade of blue eyes I've ever seen. For a moment I found myself staring straight into a shade of beautiful lagoon. "I assure you, we never met before Madam." He was polite, his face showed not a bit of emotion but…
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Last night, I thought of him as handsome. But seeing him in broad daylight, I was utterly shocked to realize that 'handsome' would be an understatement. The man standing in front of me now, with left hand thrust on the pocket of his jeans and the other behind his back was a demigod. He wore a simple blue t-shirt on top and blue denim jeans at the bottom. Despite the simplicity in the clothes he wore one could feel the authority he possessed, combined with a commanding aura he seemed to carry wherever…
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I felt the weight of someone's gaze upon my shoulders. I tried to ignore the unsettling feeling aside but it only bothered me more. All eyes had been nailed on us the moment Ryze ushered me to the dance floor and that's when I felt someone's intently looking at me, there was something utterly familiar about the stare which I failed to fathom, call it instinct or something, but it was indeed familiar. Ryze was the third oldest among my eight brothers and by far the most good-looking. Without a doubt my…
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She never seemed shattered; to me, she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she's won. -Matt Baker- *** I was surprised, the word 'surprised' would even be an understatement. I was shocked beyond imagination. The event seems surreal that I denied it myself at first. I just missed Phoenix so much that I imagine her to be the beauty descending the stairs. Probably this was all a dream. Soon I would wake up alone, surrounded by the dimly lit cottage with only the lamp on. The…
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I didn't almost recognize the woman staring straight back at me in front of the full-length mirror. Perhaps she was a supermodel….?An actress….A Queen....Or probably the next Miss Universe. When I urged closer, she moved too. And when I made a sudden graceful turn, she did the same and I finally allowed the awe-inspiring transformation to sink in my head. This is me…. No longer the same insignificant woman anymore...I am now Beatrix Crawford, the daughter of the most influential man in Cordova,…
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"No matter what happens, just run...Don't ever look back." His words came as harsh and fierce, it was not a plea but an order. His heavily tied wrists searched my hands that were tightly bound in front of me with a rope, his fingers moved forcefully against the rope, cutting it with a piece of broken glass he managed to retrieve on the ground. It was dangerously dark, the pale moonlight loomed over the horizon watching the terrifying scene unfold as we kneel on the ground, grabbing the opportunity to…
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It was almost six, and the sun lost some of its radiance as it started to set, but it was still bright and high enough in the sky to create spectacular evening shadows overlooking from the floor to ceiling glass window of the terrace located on the second floor of the elegant Crawford Mansion. The silence that eerily covered the mansion earlier had been replaced by the sound of excited voices planning for the grand ball. Occupying the single sofa that looked like a King's elegant throne was Alexander…
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"Miss Beatrix, it was Mr. Crawford's firm instruction to never allow you leave this room unless his visitor leaves!" The servant exclaimed in alarm, the healthy color drained her cheeks. She has the appearance of a woman expecting the worst to come. The hand that was holding a feather duster was trembling with fear. A while ago, she entered my room informing me Alexander sent her in to clean my room and I opened the door so she could begin. But when I told her I would go and see father, she stiffened,…
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He was thankful when Greyson didn't take offense against his prying question. Instead, he looked at him across the table with a determined look fixed on his face before he mumbled 'no' for an answer. "She is my last love…. The only woman I truly loved." He added without filters. "Rubbish!" Alexander exclaimed and shook his head in disapproval. "Let me guess you broke her heart?" It might be called a reckless and bold question but he can't stop himself from asking. "That's an understatement, Sir.…
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One of the first duties of a father is to protect his daughter from crying or else make the man who makes her cry pay for his crimes. *** "Ace Carter Greyson…" Alexander Crawford whispered under his breath, his tone sharp and menacing. His lips slowly twitched into a smile, but it looked more like a snarl coming from a frightening predator who finally found its elusive prey. A dangerous glint slowly lit his eyes ablaze. The laughter that took its reign on his striking face a while…
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