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I reply with a thin smile. “My dearest Aubrey, you don’t look too excited for the test. Maybe that’s my fault, I haven’t taught you enough about the wonderful experience that is to live as a Bearer,” Grandma says. “It’s not all restrictions.” I press my lips together. Sometimes I forget that she used to be a Bearer. Through out her youth, Grandma had to attend the Bearer Center, a place where Bearers are taught how to behave and all the rules they must follow which include not being able to eat sugar or unhealthy food, smoke, drink alcohol, and a bunch of other things. My Grandma hasn’t followed those rules for a long time, once Bearers reach menopause, they are no longer required to go to t

But she forced herself to hold Mauli’s gaze steadily. “Cara,” Mauli repeated warmly, as though it were the most ordinary name in the world. Sara almost smiled. “I think you should freshen up,” she said softly. “You’ll catch a cold.” At that, Mauli suddenly burst into tears again this time not from fear, but from something gentler. “Thank you, Cara,” she sobbed. “For showing me kindness.” Sara stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her carefully. “It’s okay,” she murmured, rubbing her back in slow circles. “You’re safe here.”

Many years ago, I suffered a head injury in a car accident and ended up brain-damaged. Only my godmother, Fenelle Porter, remained to care for me after my parents' long-ago divorce and relocation. As my mother's closest friend, she possessed a mature elegance, a striking figure, and a complexion that was both fair and smooth. My feelings for Fenelle ran deep, leading me to frequently lose myself in late-night fantasies about her. A recent accident changed everything. While Fenelle was out shopping, I fell from a cabinet and struck my head. Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition.

“I don’t mind sitting with my Little one. Go do what you have to do. I am right here.” Not long after Anthony left, Charley hears somebody whispering his name. “Care Bear.” He hasn’t heard that name in a long time. He looks behind him. “Hope!” “Hello, my Care Bear. I’ve been watching you. You need to go find yourself a mate. You should not live your life alone.” “I’m not alone. I have a family; my Little one is laying here in this bed.”

They were too tightly bound on me, and I wouldn't keep trying or I'd hurt myself. I had to be considerate of the baby I was carrying. I didn't want to put the baby more at risk than we already were. Who knew if these creeps would try to harm me? More fear crept into me at the thought of them attacking me. Suddenly, I realized something interesting. I hadn't seen anyone keeping watch of me, not even from a distance. I would've thought that someone would be observing my every move. I bet they had a camera set up somewhere in the room to watch from a different area.

Mama said, reprimanding Noah. “Mama Bear,” Noah called out softly. “This job pays better and it gives me the opportunity to help my best friend. I'll be fine, you don't worry. And once Big Margaret is apprehended, we won't have a reason to be afraid anymore. The world would become a better place.” “Oh God, these children will kill me with worry,” Mama lamented. Both Noah and Leah moved closer to her, assuring her that it'll be fine. Still, Mama couldn't stop worrying. She knew the world didn’t work the way they thought it did. It was messy, dangerous, and unforgiving.

“I want you to pay for this!” Slap! Abel gave Carey a slap to her face, leaving a bright, red handprint where the blow had landed. He snorted coldly and said, “So noisy! It’s only a nephew of yours. It’s not like he killed your man. Why are you so dramatic?” Although Carey was Zendaya’s mother, Abel didn’t bother giving her any face and did as he pleased. If he wanted to beat her, he would. This was the confidence and arrogance of the Coleman family from Missouri.

When I pushed the door open, the faint aroma of soup drifted from the kitchen. The housekeeper turned around when she heard me and spoke with slight embarrassment. “Ma’am, Mr. Tennant ordered me to prepare this for Miss Fisher. Her hand is injured, and he has told me to go over and take care of her for the next few days.” Her gaze swept over the bandages covering my arm, and she hesitated. “Should I… leave you a bowl too?” I smiled, but the smile never reached my eyes. “No need.” Even the housekeeper knew to show concern for me. Yet, the man who had shared my bed for seven years didn’t offer a single word of care.

Clayton didn't budge, silently standing his ground. "Layla, who's that?" asked Salem. "That's Clayton, my new beastkin." "What?" Salem looked at me in disbelief. "You've taken in a new beastkin? What about me?" "Wow!" Lisa exclaimed loudly. "Mom and Dad, come quick! Layla's got a new beastkin!" Hearing the commotion, Mom and Dad came out to look at Clayton. I took Clayton's hand and introduced him. "Mom and Dad, this is our newest family member. His name is Clayton Yarrow."

"Mom! I'm here! Please help me! I can't breathe! "Mom! Aren't you a good swimmer? How can you just stand there and watch me die? I'm carrying your grandchild, for crying out loud! I regret jumping in. I'm so scared. Mom, please save me!" Sarah's desperate cries pierced the hearts of everyone around her. Her struggle was agonizing to watch. A crowd began to gather. Ignorant of the truth, they pointed at me, and their voices rose with outrage.