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he said. "We have this pass from the old lady," Cathy said. "If we return without finishing our tasks we will be severely punished. And don't worry about us, we will return soon without making any trouble." Cathy showed him the pass that the lady gave us for the border. Seeing the pass he couldn't say no anymore. But he was looking worried. Seemed like he was an omega as well. If he was a beta he wouldn't even have cared about the pass. He would just let us slide to die out there. Two or three or more, they wouldn't care even if all the omegas died.

𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 The cold breeze brushed against my skin as I stood on the rooftop of the office building, a steaming cup of coffee in my hand. The city stretched out before me, its lights twinkling like tiny stars against the dimming sky. But my gaze wasn’t really on the view; it was distant, unfocused, as my mind replayed the heated confrontation with Sophia and Saniya.

He was dressed to impress and this motherfucker did just that -he impressed me. “Hello Mr. Peabody, I’ll let you take it from here,” she said and turned to exit the room. “Thank you Stephanie,” he said, closing the door behind her. He turned and walked to the front of the room. “Hello everyone, I am Mr. Peabody. I am the assistant to Ms. McBride. Welcome to Elegant Escorts, which is under the umbrella of Elegant Industries, the company that owns and operates the Elegant Hotels,” he stated, looking like a damn piece of chocolate.

Cathe and her mother sat waiting for Audrey. Cathe's mom looked up first as she sighted Audrey. "Finally," she said with a broad smile."We were starting to think those little angles had tied you up." They nearly did mum. They both wanted three stories and three songs. Lèa said my voice isn't as good as the lady they see on YouTube." Cathe laughed. "She's brutally honest already. I like her." Cathe mom passed Audrey a cup of tea."So tell us, dear. How was life over there? You left barely yourself and returned as someone else entirely."

I made the name sound casual, like mentioning the weather. He stood up, towering over me. "Reinna, you are seriously going on a date with some random guy you just met in the park?" "He's not random, Austin," I corrected him, maintaining a breezy tone. "He's Elvis. And yes, I am." "Moping?" He scoffed. "Why would you be moping?" I gave him a look that said, 'Don't play dumb with me.' "It was a figure of speech. Anyway, I should go. I don't like to keep people waiting."

His friends burst into laughter and pulled chairs beside us. “Hi! I’m Trigger. That’s Uno, and the guy with the mole on his forehead is Steven. The four of us go way back with Clyden,” Trigger said, casually grabbing a piece of chicken from Clyden’s bucket. “So… how did you end up dating this idiot?” Clyden shot him a glare. I just shook my head and continued eating. I didn’t want to get dragged into their nonsense. “Bro, I don’t think Miss Gaea even likes you,” Uno teased. “Look at her—she cares more about her fried chicken than you.”

More comfortable. "Dr. Morrison was right," he says. "We needed shared experiences that aren't heavy. This felt normal. Good normal." "We did three things. Cooking, comedy show, hiking. Homework complete." "So what now?" "Now we keep doing it. Building more than just the hard stuff." His phone buzzes. He ignores it. "You're not checking that?" I ask. "It's Saturday. Whatever it is can wait until Monday." "Who are you and what have you done with Damien Voss?"

Rhea’s POV I was standing in the middle of vultures. That’s the only way to describe it: a room full of people dressed like royalty who looked at me like carrion. I kept my spine straight and my face pleasant, sipping wine that had gone sour hours ago on someone’s tongue but was apparently still “vintage” enough to serve, and letting the music carry me somewhere else for a minute. The band played something low and moody, the kind of sound that made the ice in everyone’s glasses seem to clink in rhythm. Then, suddenly, I felt shadows crowd me from every side, cutting off the music like a door had been shut.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.