Afterlife by Isabella Kruger

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    “Thanks for everything. Do you think there is any truth in the rumor?”
     
    “I don’t know, maybe you can find out when you are in London.”
     
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    I took the package and gave Cornwell a final glance. I didn’t know if I would ever see Cornwell or its occupants ever again.
     
    To be continued...

       Twisted
     
       Delicious Trilogy #1
     
    By Isabella Kruger
     
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    Copyright © 2011 ISABELLA KRUGER
     
                                                                                                     All rights reserved.
     
    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

     
Homecoming
     
Chapter 1
     
               Bridgett
     
    This totally sucks Bridgett looked at her new room and hated it. “No! no! no! nothing fits !”. The designer passed Bridgett a catalogue, she hastily flipped through it “Nope not that…hate that...” as she flipped through every picture in the catalogue the designer was showing her, her face turned more and more disgusted .
     
    “Everything is so Kim and Chloe, I mean seriously my name is Bridget Ranner not Paris Hilton! That bitch can totally learn something from me!”. Bridgett glared at the designer… some talent, Anne must have been smoking something to refer her to me…
     
    Bridget waved the catalogue in front of  the small blonde designer. “Redo the whole thing in 24 hours, if I hate it your gone”.  The designer looked at Bridget in awe she was one of Vogues top designers and this was the 1st time someone hated her ideas.
     
     Bridget walked out of her room and took her pink rhinestone blackberry out of her 1st edition Proenza bag and dialed Josh’s number. He wasn't answering and it bugged the hell out of her . Something strange was up with Josh she hadn't seen him for a week.
     
     His excuse was that his dad was introducing him to some political types. Bree was sick of his excuses, a queen needed a king or at least a hot guy to show off and right now everyone at Hudson’s was gossiping about her Josh. How am I suppose to stay on top ?
     
    She looked at her penthouse everything, sucked the interior and her love life. She hoped to God that delicious wouldn't get a hold of this little situation ... If she did it would be complete social suicide... She desperately needed to go shopping to kill the mood she was in. Where the hell were her midget interns? She dialed Kylie Smith’s number “Kylie where the hell are you ? I need a soy latte as in yesterday”.
     

     
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    Chloe
     
    Chloe looked out of the airplane window and traced the lines of the clouds with her finger. It had been 6 months and 2 days and 96 minutes since she had left New York for boarding school in Italy. She left at the dead of night so that Josh would not try and follow her. It killed her inside to think that Josh would hate her for leaving but she knew it was better for him to hate her then for him to know what she had become. A flight attended past with a tray interrupting her thoughts. “Can I offer you something to drink mam ?”
     
    “ No thanks” Chloe mumbled she returned to her thoughts and wondered what would life be like back in New York, how would Bridget and Josh and the rest of Hudson high deal with her return. Whatever the verdict was she would soon find out...
     
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    Saturday, March 26, 2011
     
     Hello darlings it's moi again and I've just heard a little birdie