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While norms were pretty clumsy, whatever was heading this way was making a lot of noise. Zephyra was sure even a drunk-off-his-ass redneck tromping through the woods wouldn’t make this much noise. Her gut was right. The largest beast Zephyra had ever seen emerged from the trees and stepped out into the small clearing. It stood about fifteen feet from her. The beast moved with a grace unnatural for its size as it stopped in almost the same spot as the buck she’d been hunting only a minute ago.

Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face. “The first one is Brute, he's pure strength and force. He may be the strongest one in the pack.” Amir explained. Brute didn’t react, he just stared at us with the same usual expression he had. A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here.

I sat back on the bed and was ready to for wait for the King to return. I sighed after an hour had passed, laying back in the bed as boredom washed over me. Groaning, I allowed my eyes to flit across the room, taking in all the minor details. My eyes landed on the bookshelf the King had warned me to stay away from, and beside myself, I stood up and walked toward it. Standing by the bookshelf, I allowed my hands to run along the spines of the books, inhaling the lovely smell they seemed to permit. I paused when my fingers landed on the book I had been previously reading, the one the King had told me specifically to stay away from.

You could see the muscles through his shirt. "I feel funny." I said while catching breath. I ended up puking. Can you say embarrassed. This night could not get any worse, I just puked in front of a hot guy. "What did you drink or eat?" "The queen bee from my school offered me a non alcoholic drink. She said it was to call it a truce and from now on she would be nice. I believed her, I guess that's what I get for having a big heart." And with those words said, everything went black.

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Blake wrapped his hand around him and pulled him up slowly. "But you have to move on sir, i have been watching you are slowly loosing yourself day by day. This is not done, people drink to forget but in your case it's getting even deeper", he said dragging him out of pub. Aahan laughed depressingly ,"I didn't appreciate her presence when she was with me and now i am mourning over loss"

I had already accepted that I might die, but no one could face death without fear. Outside, a group of zombies quickly approached him. "Your Majesty, are you truly going to marry that delicious human inside?" "She's nothing more than a tool. We're not human—why should I keep a promise to her? With Victor Lorant a teammate down, he's no match for me. Ready the troops. In three days, we'll crush the human camp." He gave the order and strode away to prepare.

Beatrice hit her fist annoyingly on the table again irritatingly with a slight hiss. 'He just fucking ignored me,' Beatrice scoffed softly, rolling her eyes. ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯ Please, everyone! Do check out my newly released book, titled; 'Tamed By My Stepbrother' under my profile while waiting for an update. Thank you ♥️

For all else, one from another, she will have it used for her own gain. “Now, what could I’ll be taking from you?” “CHARACTER PROFILE.” The words that immediately took Beatrice interest and more than anything for the time being. With her eyes widen and the book that JK is currently reading. A sinister smile then draws to her face, as she then had the perfect plot for her little play. “Now, now, now. Who said that only those two can have their pieces of the chess game that they are playing?” Her plan is lock. Her mind is set towards that goal. As JK flips the pages, Beatrice is copying everything to where she is. To every word and every name her smile widens as her heart is now jumping in gle

My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises. I took a glance at the wall clock near my door, ten o'clock. I overslept; I must have been tired. I looked outside to check Duke's car; there were no traces of him, which made me feel disappointed, this wasn't the first time that this had happened, but the feeling and thought of him receiving pleasure from a different woman apart from me made me feel useless.