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A son and his greatest shadow
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I gazed at Killian, who was nursing his wounded pride with a generous swig of whiskey. The glass emptied in one go, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his dramatic display of defiance. He looked like a scolded little puppy, eyes cast down, lips pursed in a pout that somehow managed to be both endearing and comical."You look sad," I teased, leaning against the nearest wall.Killian shot me a side-eyed glance, a mix of irritation and resignation in his ashy eyes. "You think I'm a sore loser, don't you?"I let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over my heart. "I never said such thing."He huffed, a small smile playing on his lips. "But I think so."I couldn't argue with that assessment. So I leaned closer. "You know, Killian, there's a way to find out if you're truly a sore loser or not."His eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "And what might that be?"I grinned, grabbing his hand and examining his palm with exaggerated seriousness. "Palm reading, my dear. Your fate lies in the l
Contracted marriage with the Alpha Prince News from the front
The early morning sun had barely begun to paint the sky with hues of orange and pink when Killian's phone rang, jolting us awake from the cozy cocoon of our shared dreams. As he answered the call, the urgency in his voice mirrored the sudden shift in the atmosphere."Richard," Killian called out, glancing at me with a furrowed brow. "Duty calls. Dad needs me. Get ready, Mellisa."I groggily got out of bed, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Richard, Killian's loyal beta and confidant, stood by the door ready for whatever lay ahead. There was a weight to the air, a heaviness that hung like a storm waiting to unleash its fury.We made our way to the family meeting, a place I had only heard about in hushed conversations and somber tones. I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine.We entered the room, the dark wood-panelled walls seemed to close in on us. At the center, George Anderson, the patriarch, stood."Killian," George's voice trembled as he spoke, "sit down. We
Contracted marriage with the Alpha Prince Catch-up
At 9am, I received a call from Dany. Or one to be known as lady Dana Serpentine. She wanted to call me out for coffee. I enthusiastically agreed.The soft chime of the coffee shop's doorbell signaled my entrance, and I scanned the room until I spotted Dana Serpentine. Her smile was warm, welcoming, and I couldn't help but reciprocate as I approached her table."Dany," I exclaimed, giving her a light hug.She returned the embrace graciously. "Melissa, so glad you could make it. I hope you've been settling in well."I nodded, taking a seat across from her. "As well as one can, considering the circumstances."Dana chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Oh I absolutely knows the Andersons. But it's good to see you out and about. We all need a break from the craziness every now and then."As we settled into conversation, I noticed the presence of two more figures beside Dana – Ramiel and little Seraphina. "Melissa, I'd like you to meet my kid brother and sister, again with proper introduction – R
Contracted marriage with the Alpha Prince The casual slaps
So there I was, standing in the middle of a chaotic scene that felt like it had been ripped straight out of a telenovela. I rubbed my face, which was now emitting more heat than a jalapeño on a summer day. Why? Oh, just because someone decided to give me a warm welcome in the form of a well-executed slap. You know, just another day in the glamorous life of Melissa, the slap magnet.I took a step back, assessing the situation with the grace of a clumsy cat on roller skates. The woman in front of me, Denise Parker, stared back with a mixture of triumph and fury. I resisted the urge to unleash my inner Shakespeare and give her a piece of my mind. Instead, I held back, channeling my inner zen master. Do not cry, Lane. Don’t let that bitch see it. I looked around the room, searching for a sign that said, "Congratulations! You've just entered the Twilight Zone." No luck. It seemed I was stuck in this bizarre reality where slaps were the new handshake. I took a deep breath, reminding mysel
Contracted marriage with the Alpha Prince The casual sleeping partner
He strolled in with the grace of a sloth trying to breakdance, his gait swaying as if the ground beneath him was participating in an impromptu salsa. His face was a shade of red that hinted at either a vigorous workout or a disagreement with a bottle of questionable spirits.I blinked, processing the unexpected intrusion. "Well, hello there, Mr. Shirtless Wonder. Welcome to my humble abode. Do you come bearing gifts, or is this an avant-garde interpretation of 'Nightly Abs Unleashed'?"He squinted at me, his eyes struggling to focus on my existence. "This isn't... my place."A stranger with ash-colored pupils that seemed to glow in the low light. He declared, with the theatrical flair of a Shakespearean actor, "I'm very thirsty."Okay, weird entrance, but hey, maybe he was just a lost poet looking for a metaphorical drink in the desert of life. His eyes locked onto mine, and he started advancing toward me, step by step. And that's when it hit me – the feeling in the pit of my stomach
Contracted marriage with the Alpha Prince The casual escape
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the unfamiliar room. As I stirred from a somewhat restless sleep, a peculiar soreness in my lower body brought me back to the reality of the night before. I groaned, my inner monologue already preparing a sarcastic commentary on the unexpected turn of events."Oh, fantastic. Just what I needed – a souvenier of the night's questionable decisions."I shifted in the bed, blinking away the remnants of sleep, only to notice that he was no longer beside me. The space next to me was empty, and the rumpled sheets seemed to mock me with their silent testimony to the night's escapades. I sat up, casting a furtive glance around the room as if expecting it to spill the secrets of the night.The bathroom door was closed, and tendrils of steam curled out from under it, hinting at his presence within. My mind, still foggy from sleep, registered the blurred shape of toned muscles and the echo of movements beyond the frosted glass.
Contracted marriage with the Alpha Prince The casual search
Killian stepped out of the bathroom, the air heavy with steam and the aftermath of a long, hot shower. Drops of water clung to his sculpted abs, glistening like liquid diamonds in the soft light of the morning. He surveyed the room, the scent of her lingering like a playful tease in the air. Yet, there was no trace of her, only the neatly packed luggage, an empty space that mirrored the abrupt departure of a mischievous ghost."Vanished into thin air," he muttered to himself, his voice a low rumble that echoed in the room. He ran a hand through his damp hair, a cascade of droplets falling to the floor like the remnants of an elusive dream. His gaze lingered on the marks on his back, souvenirs from the night before – a testament to the passion that had ignited like a flame in the darkness.A wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips, caught between amusement and annoyance. "Well played, my dear. Well played indeed."He reached for his phone, the screen illuminating with a mix of messa
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I had to get back to work. The film set buzzed with the chaotic energy, and here I was, Mellisa Lane, stunt double extraordinaire, standing on the sidelines with a front-row seat to the drama. Leonard Johnson, the director with a personality bigger than Hollywood itself, was having a heated discussion with Catherine Marsh, the leading lady of the movie "Ashes of Me." The air practically crackled with tension. I listened intently, my inner monologue went something like, "Keep your mouth shut, Mellisa, let's not stir the pot just yet." That's my golden rule when dealing with directors and divas – like a wise philosopher once said, "When in doubt, offer a tissue." So, I reached into my pocket, conjured up a tissue like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, and presented it to Catherine with a charming smile. Now, I'm no therapist, but I've found that tissues are surprisingly effective in defusing tense situations. Catherine, with her perfectly mascaraed eyes and a pout that coul
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