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Chapter 5 - The Club of the Red Queen John parked the white Volkswagen and then looked mistrustful at the parking lot. It was a small parking lot for about 20 cars, divided into two rows. Venetian street-lamps were casting their light all around it. Next to the parking lot there was a small park and in the center of it he could see a massive building built in the Classic Revival Style, with white columns and a fancy, almost solemn white door. -I don’t like this club of yours. – he mumbled. Ellis smiled, assuring him that there was nothing wrong with attending that club, and kissed him on the cheek, thankful for the worrying.

Chapter 4 - The Invitations Harry had stared at the female Golden Retriever for a long time before saying on an indifferent tone that it wasn’t normal for a boy to have a “she-dog”. -Honey, I don’t think the gender matters. – his mother had tried to explain to him. But no matter what Ellis had said, Harry’s opinion towards Princess would have still remained the same. And what was his opinion? That the dog was only good for him to tell his friends: “Hey, I got a new dog yesterday”. And indeed the very next day that was exactly what he said. -Cool, I’ve been begging my mom to buy me a

Chapter 3 - Margaret Wilkinson On Home Park Road there were a lot of townhouses. Some had flowerbeds on the lawn, others had flower pots on the windows and the rest had bushes at the entrance. But none of these townhouses was as famous as no. 32. At first sight no. 32 from Home Park Road looked like any other townhouse from London - the flowerbeds and bushes were there, the good quality wood and bricks were there too. But if you looked closely, you would have seen that the blinds were pulled on and that a silence reigned all around the house. And if the name MARGARET WILKINSON hadn’t been written with golden capital letters on the fr

CHAPTER 2 - SAMANTHA HARRIS Tommy gave her half of the fifty pounds she had earned that night then made a step back to look at her more attentively. He said he was proud of having such a fine woman work in his bar, but Samantha knew he had had a crush on her ever since he had first seen her. Stupid libidinous old man, she thought. He was definitely dreaming if he thought he’d ever get in her bed. Samantha never got involved with anybody from work, less with the fat man who was paying her. She looked at the money from her hand with an unsatisfied look; it was definitely unfair that Tommy had to keep half of her earnings. After all, s