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The woman was typing something on her computer, and Ava took the opportunity to study her. Because she looked a little older than most supernaturals, Ava couldn’t tell what she was or if she was supernatural at all. She didn’t have the pale skin the vampires did, so she ruled that out. She dressed elegantly, and her greying hair was in a professional bun on top of her head. The name badge on the desk said, ‘Mrs. Benton, Student Welfare Coordinator.’ Ava stood nervously in front of the desk, unsure if she was to just sit or be polite and wait for an invitation. With nothing in her hands now, she could only wring them together while waiting for Mrs. Benton’s attention.

My mom winked at me. Lucian just chuckled at this exchange. "Mom. This is Lucian. Lucian, my mom." I introduced them. "Good to see you, Lucian." Mom grinned like a little girl who had been offered candy. "You too, Mrs. Morgan." "Kyla. Just call me Kyla." Mom corrected. "Happy birthday, sunshine," Lucian whispered in my ear before pecking my cheeks. I think I was competing with a tomato at that point, in front of everyone.

"Name?", a tall shapeless woman asks. "Oh c'mon, you know my name, everyone knows my name." "I will not ask again." She says with a strict face trying her best to look intimidating. The facade won't faze me though. "Is she always like this?" I say to the two security guards. Expecting no reply, I continued "Ava Collins." Bitch. "Age?" "Now that, you don't know, 21." "Crimes committed?"

Who knew maybe even he could be as smart as Cade was? “So Barrett, you are younger than Cade by how many years?”, I asked, twisting the question so that he wouldn’t doubt my intentions. . “One year.”, He replied immediately. “We share the same birthday date only the difference is of year.”, He added. . “That’s cool. So when is your birthday?”, I asked quickly. . “27th May 1523.” . “What!!” .

Then, slowly, I felt his thumb trace a small circle against my skin. “I could hear it,” he said quietly. “It’s faint, but… it’s alive. Real. And the idea of holding it in my arms, to see you holding it just brings too much for me to even think about.” “It is,” I murmured, resting my hand over his. “So? What would you name them?” He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead, thoughtful. Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.”

I wanted to enjoy my youth as much as possible, so when Lin invited me, I didn't hesitate and went and danced. And flirted. "I have to go," I whined. "I live so far now, I hate it." "Stay with me." "No, I can't sleep on the floor anymore, the last time my hip and shoulder hurt for days." "You're such an old woman." "Two days, two days bitch." I was older by two days only. My birthday was on October 30, hers on November the first. She sighed and palmed the empty cup on her lap. "What are you going to do about him?"

She loosened an exasperated breath, "No, that's very disrespectful. I don't even call the Big Man by his name. That's why I have the nickname for him since he hates being called Alpha." "Then give me a nickname," I suggested with a shrug. It seemed like the easiest solution to the problem. "Yes Saint, give your Luna a nickname." His voice. Fuck, his voice had goosebumps littering my skin. Victor's earthy scent encapsulated me, growing stronger with each heartbeat. I had stopped breathing. How did my lungs work again?

by Namara Anna Kendi but only if you're above eighteen years old. Love you 💋.

Two different person, but with the same face. @cycy

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