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“I’m telling you, Rose, it will happen this time. Mark my words, we’ll trap the son of a bitch for sure,” said Melissa Gillis, the investigator Rose had been working with. Her tone carried the kind of conviction that came only after months of frustration. “It helps that the woman we have asked for help this time around is a complete professional and knows what she’s getting into,” added Anthony Hernandez, Melissa’s partner, his voice steady but his eyes betraying fatigue. Rose only…- 961.0 K • Ongoing
- In the end, I couldn’t find a reason not to tell Scarlett everything about the Weinstein plot. So, I did. When I finished, silence filled the room. Scarlett sat across from me, her expression frozen somewhere between disbelief and confusion. She seemed far more surprised than I had expected. “Say something,” I gently prodded. “Let me get this straight,” she began slowly, her brows furrowing. “You’re trying to expose Harvey Weinstein as a sexual predator because he didn’t let you…
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I was back in the pool, or as I liked to think of it: home. It had been hours since I’d arrived, and I’d already practiced all four strokes a professional swimmer must master. It was getting late, and with no one else around, I decided to have some fun. I floated lazily in the water, aimless, simply because I could. I didn’t have to keep moving or control my breath like others might. I just extended my limbs and stayed afloat as if an invisible pool float rested beneath me. After a while, I…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
- I was overwhelmed. Never in a million years did I imagine receiving such an honor from someone like Michael Jackson. The allegations against him might have made people question his character, but no one could deny his talent, his influence, or the weight his words carried. Even if the name he gave me didn’t stick (which I hoped it wouldn’t), I would still cherish it forever because of Michael’s intentions, which I knew were genuine. One thing I had learned during all my time with him was that…
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- Once I was dressed for my photoshoot, I returned to Clarissa, who immediately sat me down and got to work on my hair. Within moments, she had gathered my shoulder-length locks into a tight bun. "You know," she mused as she adjusted a few loose strands, "Jordan’s still hoping you’ll cut this down to a more ‘manageable’ length." "Not happening," I said without hesitation. I liked my hair long. When she was done, I stood and checked myself out in the full-length mirror nearby. I looked…
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- Austin was practically glued to his computer screen, refreshing the page of his new favorite browser, Chrome, with the fervor of someone trying to summon a miracle. For the past few days, he had been doing this every few hours, hoping that somehow, somewhere, a stray ticket might appear. “Leave it,” Marissa said from beside him, lounging on the couch with her phone in hand. “It’s no use. You just weren’t lucky enough to get the seats. Accept it.” Austin shot her a glare sharp enough to…
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- “Keep going! Just like that! Now turn around and end it with your best moonwalk!” I followed MJ’s instructions precisely, letting the rhythm carry me across the smooth studio floor. The mirrors on the walls reflected every move, the glide, the spin, the snap of my foot as I landed the pose. I ended with my arms stretched wide, legs crossed dramatically, just as Michael would have done. “Bravo!” MJ clapped enthusiastically, his laughter echoing through the rehearsal hall. He stepped forward…
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- “Get up, Noah! I have things to do.” A pillow was hurled at my head, jolting me awake. I blinked blearily, trying to process what was happening, only to see my Daddy dearest. My second father if I consider my first life as well. (Or should that be third, considering that asshole Poseidon?) “Yeah, Dad,” I mumbled, forcing myself up from my too-cramped bed. Why did I have to ask to be tall? And why did Poseidon make me 6’2”? Why not a nice, even 6’? “Here’s what you’ll do…
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- “But General Motors is considered one of the worst stocks to invest in right now,” Patricia said with a small frown. “I may not be as savvy an investor as Richard, but even I know that.” Troy smiled faintly, leaning back in his chair lazily. “Exactly. It’s hovering near its all-time low of the last decade. I had a meeting with someone very high up in the government a few days ago and received some information about what’s happening behind the scenes, things not yet known to the public.…
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- The moment we stepped into the Presidential Suite, the door clicked shut behind us. Quiet luxury enveloped the space—elegant, expensive, utterly private. It was strange how accustomed I’d grown to places like this, barely giving it a second glance, while Scarlett let out a low whistle of appreciation. Early in my acting career, I hadn’t been extravagant. Growing up poor with my biological mother had left me wary of spending on things I didn’t need. My adoptive parents had broken that habit by…
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