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I was prepping for some early 'nookie' time. "Hello, I am Ash Ketchum and I have an unhealthy relationship with free-roaming, anthropomorphic creatures," I replied as we clasped forearms A****n-style. As Wiesława was trying to puzzle that out, an A****n from an adjoining booth came over and punched me in the arm. I couldn't even recall this one's name though I knew that face and physique. "Stop that, Cáel," the woman chastised me. "She's new here."

A lot of my subjects were now dying, and I could not witness any more lives being taken away under my care. "There is always a way, Shiva!" When suddenly, Amira's voice sprang in the air, just in front of the giant werebear. A portal opened, and I saw Adam in his wolf form, Amira was riding on his back, and my mate, King Logan Knight, in his warrior suit.

“ Do you still wish to hide in the horse's shadow till we reach Oake or … ?” Amaria asked, The hybrid scratched his cheek and looked around and replied,“ I will stay in its shadow ”without waiting to hear the second question. Amaria sighed and commanded her horse to move while the Hybrid went back into its shadows. *** At Ashmael Empire's Castle, She stepped into the huge round bathtub with scented candles lit around it, her body soaked in the warm water, feeling it hug her skin gently, breathing in the aroma of the rose petals, she exhaled and let her body float.

Riding on anticipation, she couldn’t help glancing towards the door every now and then, fearing that Amaan would pop up any minute. Asmaira is an epitome of simplicity with a cute heart-shaped face, button nose, and small lips. Her untamed long lock that was the shade of light brown hair falls to her waist. No matter how much she tries, her hair could never settle, as if it has its own brain. She has big brown eyes, clear as crystal; one could see her soul just by looking at her eyes. The same goes with her face; whatever she was thinking was always clearly visible on her face. Her family used to make fun of her for being an open book that anybody could see through.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

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Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘I hear you are the food connoisseur’ Lyosha said in a much thicker accent than Sasha’s as he sat in front of me. He was nearly as tall as Sasha and just as muscular. His long dark blond hair was slicked back, his square jaw was covered in day old stubble and his sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model. His dark blue eyes held my attention and mesmerised me, I stared at him a little stunned. ‘My name is Lyosha’ he finished almost in a purr.

A shard of a memory flashes back to me–this person, this thing, grinning at me in the kitchen. “You,” I hiss. The thing smiles. It’s a wonder that I ever mistook it for Dalton, or even for a human being, in the first place. In the bright light of day, it looks almost faded. Its ashen face is shadowed in spite of the sun overhead. It looks like a wax figure brought to life, too uncanny to possibly be real. “Call me Amos,” it insists, its tone dripping with false politeness. “Since we’re so close.”

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

As they made plans, they also discussed the idea of inviting Stavros' younger sister to join them, knowing that Sumire had been longing for her company. "Sumire!" The small, jubilant girl beamed brightly as she eagerly bounded over to greet her, completely oblivious to the dejected Stavros sulking in the corner, feeling utterly disregarded by his own kin. Amayah is the cherished younger sister of Stavros. At just six years old, she has a precocious way of speaking that makes her sound wise beyond her years. Like her brother, she has the same captivating golden eyes and a sprinkling of curls in her hair.