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Having said this, she went into the kitchen After preparing some food to eat, Cassie sat in the kitchen and munched her food She couldn't take her mind off Luna Emily. Every time she gawks at Alpha Bryan, she remembers Luna Emily and feels bad. Cassie wanted Luna Emily to get well quickly so that she can leave the pack house and find another love if the moon goddess gifts her one Once she was done with her breakfast, Cassie washed her plate, after which she went to her room. By the time Cassie reached her room, she realized that her phone had been ringing. Looking at the number, it was an unknown one

"Cassie, Randell has been trying to find you. He can't call you either. Are you still in Montville?" Aside from my classmates' messages, I noticed that there was another frequent notification that popped up, and that was a message that informed me a blocked number had been trying to reach me, and the number even left me a couple of text messages if I wanted to read them. "Cassie? It's me, Randell. Unblock me! "Cassidy Stanford! Stop being so stubborn and behave yourself! "Cassidy! Was there really a huge flood in Montville? Where are you?

The fever made everything feel blurry and too warm, but her fingers moving slowly through my hair grounded me a little. It was embarrassing how good it felt. “You’re not a side chick,” she said quietly. “You’re Riley fucking Thompson. You write books that make people horny and heartbroken at the same time. You beat Cassie’s ass in public. You don’t do ‘side piece’ energy.” I smiled weakly. “Tell that to the ring on her finger.” Mila sucked her teeth dramatically. “Please. Cassie looks like she says ‘do you know who my father is’ to restaurant staff.”

“I’m done with this conversation and don’t want to keep my boyfriend waiting so please excuse me.” I slipped my phone into my pocket and whispered, “Don’t forget to put your dog on chains.” My smile widened as the confident smile on her face fell and when I walked back out, neither of them tried to stop me. I spotted him…Cassian, the moment I stepped out of the building. He was leaning casually against his motorcycle with his helmet tucked beneath one arm. The moment he noticed me, the corner of his mouth lifted into that infuriating smirk. For a brief second I felt my heart skip a beat.

"So this is how the mighty Blackwood heir lives. Father would be devastated." "Father's expectations stopped mattering to me a long time ago," Casie replied, setting her keys on the kitchen counter. "Now that we’re away from cameras that will let more humans know about things that their not meant too,” Casie’s eyes fell to the floor this was hard for her Rick was the closest thing she had to family she had had since she left her pack that night. “There’s no easy way to say this so I’m going to show you instead.”

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He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m fine, Mom.” I smiled—really smiled this time. Before I could respond, a familiar voice cut in—loud, impossible to ignore. “Why are you two hiding out here instead of dancing?” Cassie. I turned just in time to see her strutting toward us like she owned the place. She was wearing tight short shirt that hugged her perfectly, paired with a crop top that showed just enough skin to turn heads as she walked past. And judging by the way a few guys openly stared, it was working.

I say, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Jessica’s eyes widen even more. “Wait… what did you just call me?” “Mwahlicious J.,” I repeat. “I remember you from Rose’s Bane customer service. You were good. Desiree mentioned you might be a bit of an internet sensation.” “Oh my God, how do you—” Desiree jumps in. “I told him about your TikTok empire. Seems Caspian’s a fan of your customer service skills. So he checked you out on TikTok.”

At first, she strongly objected to this because she wanted me to be one of her honored guest, but I insisted on serving as I wanted to make myself useful. My name is Cassandra and I am French. I come from a modest family, and I am 16 years old. I've been seeing a psychologist for 3 years because my parents think I'm abnormal. It's because I hate what most people like, and I like what other people hate. Most of the time I like to be alone, and it disturbs my family. This is how they entrusted me to the psychologist Morgane since I was 13 years old. Unfortunately, the three years of counseling I did with the psychologist Morgane did not improve anything in me. Despite this, my parents still th

“People are obsessed with the teaser.” “They are feral,” she corrected immediately. “Like genuinely terrifying. Someone already started a conspiracy theory that your anonymous identity is secretly a retired Japanese illustrator hiding from the public.” I finally laughed softly at that. “Another person thinks you’re a middle aged man.” “That one hurts.” “Honestly? Your caffeine addiction supports the theory.” I flipped her off lazily. Cassie smiled before grabbing my phone from beside the tablet and waving it dramatically. “Also your sponsor texted again.” My hand paused.