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My blood turned to ice. Silvermoon flowers. The same flowers I'm deathly allergic to. The same flowers that happen to be Isabella’s favorite. "You're... sure they're for me?" "Of course," he answered without hesitation, not a trace of guilt in his eyes. "Haven't you always admired their beauty?" Admired? The first time I’d touched one, I broke out in a full-body rash and could barely breathe. He had summoned every elder, his eyes red with panic. He was ready to offer his own heart's blood to save me.

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

I wish I could run away from there, go far away from everything and start afresh. If he rejected me right there, especially when he’s an Alpha. I will become so weak that I won't feel like a human and might die from the pain. He stepped closer, towering over me like he was going to strangle me like he did before. "I, Alpha Marek Blackwood, reject you, Alima Simpson, as my mate."

He told himself he couldn’t afford to be soft-hearted. Yet, right now, those words echoed eerily, playing over and over again in his mind. “Nobody would ever hurt me again?” “Nobody would ever hurt me again?” “Nobody would ever hurt me again?” … The image of me in his mind kept warping and changing. He saw me tugging at his pant leg and begging him, clutching my pregnant belly and pleading with him, and looking just like I did now, covered in blood and begging for mercy. “Ugh–”

Taylor’s POV I couldn’t wait to celebrate Liam’s birthday today. My second sister, Nora, and I had gone out last week to get Liam’s birthday present. Once when Liam and I had passed a Fila store, he said he wanted to one day buy the bag that was displayed in the store window. He almost bought it then, but realized it was too expensive. Luckily, I saved up enough money for the past few months to buy that bag for him since he loved it so much.

Hariel Face Milo. "Milo, if what you said is true. That Merman Sorcerer is very crafty, what is your deal with him?" Hariel asked. Milo looked at him and sighed. "He will make me human in exchange for my heart," Milo answered. Hariel was shocked. Other than the essence, their heart is a very delicate one. A merpeople is a romantic creatures. They believe in happy fairytales like a child who believes in happy endings with their one true love. "I trade my ability to love for a pair of legs."

He still looked at her like he was used to. "What is this?" "A gift." "Do you love it? Or fake?” Lorelay asked making Edmund frown. He just spent his savings to buy an SV Turbo Levo. "You have more complaints. Just be thankful.." Lorelay snorted and smiled at him. "Thank you," Edmund smiled reddenedly as he looked at the girl. He thought that everything would be perfect. It was late at night, when Edmund and his mommy had a fight so he left their house to go to Lorelay. But he didn't expect what would happen. He saw Lorenzo on the road, lying in his own blood.

“Hey, you two finally made it. You’re quite capable for you to make it to this room.” Naix got up and walked over with a grin when he saw Kaze and Buffy. He automatically disregarded Rayes. “Look, the man in the center. That’s the second son of the Heartano family, Kiefer Heartano. “He’s the favorite son in the family and if you two can strike a deal with him, you will get the rights to St. Mary Hospital. “Once you did it, the entire purchasing chain and distribution rights to the private hospital in Riverbank, or even the entire South River State, could be yours. It’s a business with no risk.

Was he willing to risk exposing a part of himself he had kept buried for so long? Rudra stood up and walked to the window, staring out at the bustling city beyond. The people below moved with purpose, unaware of the turmoil within him. He knew that the answer to Meera's condition didn't lie in conventional medicine or therapy. The answer lay within him, within the powers he had been given.

He asks. I shake my head, hating to admit. “I don’t even know where I would have sold it”. “With me …”. He says softly. “ … You will have a roof over your head, food in your belly, a clothing allowance to rival the queen’s, as well as jewelry, trinkets, baubles. You will never want for anything that is within my power to purchase”. “But I must give you my body”. I point out. Another long swallow of Scotch, a slow nod, a half closing of his eyes in acknowledgment.