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Wendy Thomas hurried back and forth delivering orders to hungry customers. Waitressing was hard back breaking work. Being on your feet for hours listening to people complain about their day, how slow you move, that the food taste funny, you don’t smile enough or too much and so many other things that drive her to the brink of insanity. The only bright light was the paycheck and being able to afford a decent life working as a receptionist during the day and this other job during the evening shift. Monday to Friday for the first job and Wednesday to Saturday for the second. Sundays was for church, God’s day. One she made sure that her seven year old son celebrated no matter the whining or pouting.

She had done this before, time and time again, that she had begun to lose count of how many times she has. It is just like the routine; show up, ascend the stage and perform for the paid leisure of the audience, leave them stunned and exit to fade into the backstage, — the background —, where she conveniently receives the continuous praises from her colleagues and manager. But tonight, it’s different...

"You look stunning."Lizzy smiled at her reflection. Soft, golden curls of hair cascaded down her shoulders. The sheer sleeves of her elegant wedding gown glistened with crystals of silver and blue— colors she hoped would start a fad amongst her fellow fashion bloggers. It was wedding season, after all.Stunning.

The United Supremacy, a country that emerged from the decimated United States after a devastating civil war, is ruled by a partycracy in which women have been stripped of all rights. To be born a female in the United Supremacy is to be born without a will, or rights. Women are part of a caste system where not even the rich and privileged females have the luxury of freedom to do with their lives as they please. But one young woman with a thrust for freedom is not about to stand by and watch as she is betrothed and married against her will, nor is she willing to see her life fall to pieces. With the help of her brother, Skyla Cline will venture where few brave women have before. She will make a run for freedom. Will she obtain the freedom she yearns for? Will Skyla find out that even those sent to live in The Hole, go through their lives in constant suffering? Will she realize that nowhere in her country can she be free? What will happen to Skyla?

She’s known as the Ice Princess of the figure skating world. He is known as the heart breaker of Men’s singles. Apart they are a force to be reckoned with, but together…When Zoe and Victor are paired up for the couple’s figure skating championship by their trainers, the last thing they want is to be a team. He thinks she is a conceded princess and she thinks he’s an arrogant, insufferable player. But will an accidental kiss change everything between them? Will their partnership make sparks fly on and off the ice? Can Zoe and Victor see past each other’s flaws and their past figure skating history to give romance a chance?

The night had dawned in the sky of Valbridge, Washington, but no star shined, as the heavy shower poured down the Pacific Northwest city since earlier this morning. It was quarter to midnight but a young detective Jenny Whitfield remained to stay at her office to finish the report of her recent case, as usual. She had been dealing with a theft and drug-related murder case that took three lives, including a stillborn. The perpetrator, Liam Stutter, was a twenty-one year old boy who killed his three years younger expecting girlfriend and her mother. The high school dropout was high when he got in a dispute with Alexandra Burrows, who accused him of cheating. He soon grabbed a knife in the kitchen and stabbed her to death… seventeen times. Her mother, who witnessed the situation, screamed and tried to call 911, but it was too late as her body was found lying next to her teenage daughter. The mom had less wounds, two stabs right through her heart...

There was a sound of ringing. Lisa opened her eyes. She stared at her white ceiling. There was an oblong light bulb in the middle of the ceiling. The light bulb was switched off. Still, her bedroom was being illuminated by something. Lisa was lying on her soft bed. Lifting her head off her soft pillow, she sat up to reach for her little alarm clock. Her alarm clock was round and red. It had a white face, black numerals, and a silver handle. Lisa picked up the alarm clock by its cold, metal handle from her white bedside table. She sat on the edge of her bed and held the clock in her hand as she pushed the switch on its back with her thumb to stop its ringing. The absolute silence of her home was instantly restored. She admired the pink rose in the vase on her bedside table. There was a gold-colored badge and a gun next to the vase. The gun was black. The air smelled of the flower scent of her lotion and the air-conditioned house felt cool...

He took the crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and threw it away without looking at it, while his mind took him to one of the last arguments he had had with Jennifer before the illness that had changed everything had overtaken and changed their lives, an argument that he believed to have been the worst of all the arguments they had ever had ever since he had met her...