It was early in the morning when Aline appeared at my door, her presence as persistent as a cockroach and just as hard to get rid of."Luna, where is Rafe?" she demanded, her voice as commanding as ever.Ignoring her, I tried to close the door, but Aline's anger flared. Strangely, I found a strange satisfaction in provoking her like this."Luna!" she screeched, her irritation palpable as she kicked the door open again."Do you really want to feel that pain again?"Her threats loomed over me, threatening and real. "I can make your life a nightmare," she warned.In response, I grabbed Aline's shirt and pulled myself close to whisper in her ear."You know, I'm done playing games. You're going to regret crossing me," I warned Aline in a steely tone.Aline looked confused by my words, but before she could respond, Rafe emerged from his room and walked toward her. Last night, Rafe and I had a long talk and decided to stop holding back. We were ready to confront Aline head on."Aline, leave

Aline's father, always a captivating storyteller, began to weave a tale full of mystery and suspense."In my dream, a werewolf appeared," he began, his voice shrouded in mystery.Aline, who was usually restless and could not sit still, found herself unusually captivated. She was completely absorbed in her father's story, hanging on every word."This werewolf," her father continued, "has revealed a secret to me - a method of influencing another person."He paused and locked eyes with Aline. "You know, don't you, that I was once a humble tradesman?" Aline nodded, well aware of her father's past.As a merchant, her father had rubbed shoulders with many influential people. It was during these encounters that he had the opportunity to meet a particularly notable individual."I remember vividly the first time I crossed paths with Rafe," Aline's father recounted, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "He was the son of a very wealthy family, a young master of great importance."Every word he spok

I often think that my problems are almost over. Like when Aline, the bully, stopped coming around. But then one morning, what should have been a peaceful day with birds singing was ruined by loud noises outside.I rushed out and saw Rafe and Faghris in a heated argument. It was intense - the kind you'd expect from two men, not a typical women's fight.Confused, I asked, "What's going on?" Seeing Faghris at Rafe's place was strange. It felt like the end of the world - a bit of an exaggeration, I know. But ever since that incident at the hotel, things had been tense between them."I just want to see Luna," Rafe insisted."To see me?" I was surprised and they both turned to look at me.Faghri was holding some flowers, and they were no ordinary bouquet. They were unique, fancy, and truly beautiful."Luna, happy birthday," Faghri said. His words took me by surprise.Birthday? That word felt strange. The last time I had a birthday, it was just my grandmother. My mom and dad? They couldn't c

We eagerly followed Ani's lead, the young girl expertly navigating a path she seemed to know by heart, a surprising 20 kilometers from our starting point.Curious, I asked, "Ani, how did you manage to walk all this way?" Her answer was simple yet touching: "I just kept walking."Hearing this, my heart couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Coming from a humble village, Ani had probably faced many hardships in her young life.Wanting to comfort her, I offered, "Don't worry, Ani, we're here to help. We'll make sure you get home safely."Noticing that Ani's eyes were filled with tears, I guessed that she was recalling memories of her beloved grandmother.Concerned, she asked, "Is Grandma okay?"I recalled Ani's harrowing account of witnessing her grandmother's struggle with an attacker.Trying to offer comfort, I assured her, "Your grandmother will be fine," despite the gnawing uncertainty I felt inside."Is this the place?" I asked, taking in the sight of an area littered with bars a

I barely had time to pack, and here we are, breezing through the VIP lane at the airport, skipping the usual lines.I've often thought about the perks of being rich, and they really are something else.We reached Rafe's private jet, which looked different this time. It was smaller, sleeker, seemingly designed for fewer people.I asked curiously, "Is this a new jet?" The question felt strange as soon as I said it. It was as if I imagined Rafe buying jets as easily as someone might buy a bicycle for occasional rides.Rafe replied, "It's not new, but it's faster.""Faster?"He nodded. "Yeah, it's built to military speed."Hearing "military grade," my mind immediately pictured something like the president's state plane.Amni, Rafe and I boarded the jet. There was little time for small talk as the plane quickly climbed into the sky.Rafe, always on the move, looked in my direction as if he had something on his mind.Concerned, I asked, "What is it, Rafe?"He shared, "I've been in touch wit