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Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them. He looked all man now, gone was the usual boyish charm I used to see around him. The caption said, “GHANAIAN MILLIONAIRE? BRIAN SMITH HAS MADE IT ON THE FORBES 100 LIST OF YOUNG RICH MALES.” My heart skipped a beat, a I immediately threw the magazine in the trash can near my desk. God, why? I don’t know what the hell that was, but right after I’d gotten my life on track, and could actually say I was happy, I see this.

The three of us turned our heads to look at Fabian. The warrior alpha leaned back against the window frame, a dark, murderous smirk touching his lips as he adjusted the leather straps of his tactical jacket. "Fourteen," Fabian declared, his voice flat, cold, and entirely lethal. "I am taking fourteen of my most ruthless, elite guards into that valley." Ford frowned slightly, looking at his twin. "Is fourteen going to be enough, brother? We don't know how many operatives the Ashfords have waiting in the brush." Fabian let out a low, rough chuckle that echoed darkly against the walls. "The fourteen men I am personally leading into those woods will definitely be enough to clear the area, Ford.

Andy seems scandalized by the line of questioning, but it does nothing to unfaze the blond. Millan keeps a straight face. “Fourteen, yeah.” Millan still can’t talk about that day without flashbacks. It’s getting harder to swallow his pasta as he tries to school his expression. “So you’ve just been going through pack territories ever since?” “Yeah.” “You must have seen a lot of them. How many?” Millan shrugs. How is that relevant? Is he saying too much if he answers that? What is Amir’s endgame? “A lot.” “How many is that?”

Friday began as a normal day, Tess Fairmont woke up, made breakfast, coffee, and feed the cats. Just a regular day like any other of Tessa Fairmont’s slow paced days. But that was a day that became a day that changed her whole life’s trajectory in an instance. It was November, Tess had just gotten done with her shift. Alex and Tess had been having more fights frequently. Tess got home and noticed empty beer bottles strewn about the room.

Did you imagine that side of her at 14? I'm reading you in the comments.

See you later mom Love you. Please be careful I don't want anything to happen to you my Mom said while pecking my forehead. Aww I'm not a child mom I will be sixteen in three months time I said while cleaning my forehead. You will always be a child to me... Be careful!!!! I heard before zooming off

"Just be you! Maybe he will be interested in people who have a positive energy like you?" "Definitely no!" "Why not? A man with a few words like him perfectly for a girl like you!" Dove believed a man who is cool as a cucumber would go crazy for a naughty girl. Clara has this mysterious charm that makes any man fall in love. She's humorous and shines like a star. The difference between them is a key to making them into each other. "May I try to be a shy girl?" Clara said. Clara wanted to act like an innocent girl. She wanted to swear pink and have thick glasses. Maybe she chose a "nerdy" look. She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best.

"From the beginning?" "Yes," she leans forward in attentiveness. "Let's start from the beginning. When did you start to see things change for you significantly?" The memories come back to me in waves when she says that. Fuck, why is this so hard? Focus, Sebastian. You have to do this. I take a deep breath, exhale, and collect my words. "Fourteen," I tell her finally. "I was fourteen when shit started to change." ***

“Mom, why do you even let her on social media? Isn’t she, like, eleven or something? You never gave me that privilege—hell, I had to beg for an I*******m till I was sixteen.” “Who’s eleven?” Karen fired back, flipping her hair with that sassy flick she practiced in mirrors. “Babe, I’m fourteen. I’ll be fifteen in a bit.” She popped her gum, eyes narrowing like she’d won the round. “Can you all cut the drama and just wait for Zion to show already?” Dad’s voice sliced through. “Okay, fine, Dad.” I bit the inside of my cheek. “Fine too, Dad,” Karen echoed, but she stuck her tongue out at me when he looked away.