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I gave up already, I'm just going to wait for the surprise. Deep down, I badly wanted to know what it's all about since we aren't going home yet. I don't even know where he was driving and heading too, he shouldn't stress me too much because I'm freaking tired already. I got my phone and tried chatting Ann up but she wasn't online. She is back from work already and she can't possibly be asleep by now, I wonder what she is up to. “We are here already,” Tyler suddenly announced as he drove into a gigantic and magnificent mansion.

The innocent human girl who had thought that they were just best friends. “Asher wants you pregnant,” Tyler said, dragging his claw down the center of my chest and over the scarred CP that he must’ve drawn on my body earlier to brand me as part of their pack. “So you don’t ever leave us again.” TYLER. Anna was scared,and I loved every single second of it. I lay back in my bed, drew my fingers over the sharp edge of a knife, and listened through the thick walls to Pretty Bird pacing back and forth in her bedroom. She hadn’t been able to stop for the past few hours, and it was nearing one in the morning.

A strange number was calling so I picked up the call, "Hey, Emily." The voice sounded very familiar, "Anita?" "Yes, it's me." "Oh my goodness, how are you doing? I'm so sorry I couldn't come to the hospital to see how you were doing, I just..." "It's fine. Christian told me you were missing and I was so worried about you. Are you alright? What happened?" "I'm fine, Anita. Killian and I were attacked by some rogues and I was taken to a strange place before Tyler came to my rescue." The very moment I mentioned Tyler's name, Anita burst out in rage, "What? That fucking bastard?"

In her arms, little Lyana played with a toy, oblivious to the turmoil swirling around her. The events of the past few hours replayed in Ayana's mind like a broken record. The confrontation with Robby and Jerry's family had shaken her to the core, unraveling secrets she never imagined existed. Now, faced with the reality of her situation, Ayana knew she had no choice but to leave.

The first snow of the season arrived with quiet elegance, blanketing the world outside in a pristine sheet of white. Emma stood by the living room window, her fingertips resting lightly against the cold glass as she watched the flakes fall. They swirled in intricate patterns, a dance that felt almost sacred. The scene was peaceful, and yet, Emma’s mind hummed with a thousand thoughts, each one a thread weaving its way into the tapestry of her future.

i look to see what it is, trying to distract myself from mine and Ty's closness. "What's that?" I asked, bringing up one of my hands and grasping the swinging object. "that... is my dog tag" he said, looking at the object in my hand. i nod and flip it to read it- Anderson Tyler A. -Corporal "Have you been wearing this the whole time you have been back?" I murmured, still memorized with the necklace in my hand.

There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already. I don't care anyway, I know I'm not available to everyone and that's enough for me. "Maybe some other time Valerie. Come on, let's join the rest." I said leading a disappointed her, out to the garden where my other friends have been hanging out since we got back from school. I joined them but my mind was still focused on the name in the notebook . Alana Delaware. (LANA'S POV) I turn around and throw his shirt casually on the bed and I walk slowly towards him. I place an arm around his wet and muscular chest which prompts me to stand on t

A breeze carries the scent of grilled peaches and jasmine, wrapping around the four of us in lazy tendrils as the last stretch of golden hour melts into dusk. Tyler is curled into one of the patio chairs, blanket thrown around his shoulders like a shawl, hair in a messy bun on top of his head. He’s got a mug in one hand, half-full with lukewarm tea he keeps forgetting to drink, and a sleepy baby balanced across his chest, her little hand tucked against his throat like she owns him. Which she does. Fully. Absolutely. Taylon looks just like him—those same big eyes and that same delicate mouth, always a little pouty even when she’s happy—but she’s got Landon’s sharp eyebrows and impossibly thic

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--- Edward Fate had a peculiar way of playing its tricks, and in another one of them, I found Beatrice in a store, visibly happy and animated alongside her best friend, Janet. When I suggested to Abigail that it would be good to get out a bit to try to distract the mind, instead of constantly staying at home, brooding over Bailey's betrayal, I could never have imagined that it would lead us to my wife. After all, we are still married.