Martha enjoyed where things were leading to, her mischievous and mean side was beginning to come out and became more dominant these days. She watched as Philip struggled with his emotions. This morning when she came down for breakfast, he tried his best not to look at her and she of course decided she would dress to kill. She might not have many dresses, but one thing she certainly knew how to do was to work her own body. She dressed in a classy but simple way, not revealing but it was enough to get anyone’s attention but seem like she never wanted to do, she had gotten this skill from her previous life. She also knew how to carry herself how she wanted to be seen, which was the time to show her full potential.

As she descended the stairs to the dining table, the host automatically stood up to welcome her. Martha smiled, never had anybody stood for her since she came here. Truly how you

Mary opened her eyes, asking herself where she was? She knew she was somewhere that was not human as she stared at the darkness that surrounded her. Panic crossed through her veins wanting to get away from this darkness. "Help me! Somebody help me, get me out of here!!!” she kept screaming for ten minutes, just then she stopped and realized she was in this alone.

After death she thought she would have peace but here she was trapped in oblivion, in emptiness and void. Slamming herself to the floor exhaustion replaced her fear as she let it go just willing herself to disappear as she looked up, where was Night Cross, was this what his hell looked like? She closed her eyes and she began to hear sounds but she could not make out what they were.

"20 year old female involved in a crash and there are obvious abdominal and thoracic trauma, no external bleed but we are expecting a massive hemot

It has been two weeks since Mary broke Walters’s heart in front of everyone at the restaurant, taking Ben’s hand as solidarity. Every newspaper carried Martha Bernard to marry Ben Collins. Martha felt the sickening vibe in her throat. Ben would not let it go, he refused to let this marriage go, he had played along with her and she owed him at least until some of the business deals went through. Just because he had associated himself with her some of his business appeal had been approved.

Because of his association with her his reputation had snowballed. She knew she owed him so she had to play along to fulfill his sickening goal.

Mary couldn’t believe it. After what the former soul had gone through, she was still stuck with the same man even when she occupied Martha’s body but that was going to end soon.

Walter had been trying to reach her repeatedly but she had blocked him on every s

Martha enjoyed where things were leading to, her mischievous and mean side was beginning to come out and became more dominant these days. She watched as Philip struggled with his emotions. This morning when she came down for breakfast, he tried his best not to look at her and she of course decided she would dress to kill. She might not have many dresses, but one thing she certainly knew how to do was to work her own body. She dressed in a classy but simple way, not revealing but it was enough to get anyone’s attention but seem like she never wanted to do, she had gotten this skill from her previous life. She also knew how to carry herself how she wanted to be seen, which was the time to show her full potential.

As she descended the stairs to the dining table, the host automatically stood up to welcome her. Martha smiled, never had anybody stood for her since she came here. Truly how you dressed and how you comport yourself matters but she had always known that. As she finally came dow

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