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I said, emphasizing the gender of my new friend, “is in a pin near Verina’s old house. I thought it would be nice to make something beautiful out of the scene of such a tragic occurrence. I made her a barn, too, so she should be fine. Her name is Pearl.” Melanie’s face lit up as she clapped her hands together. “Can I see her?” “Sure,” I said with a shrug. “You can if you want to. I doubt I can go with you. I’m waiting for Nuthatch to come and tell me what the verdict is.” She rolled her eyes at me. “It’s not like you’re on trial or anything, you know? It’s not against the law to create a unicorn, is it?” “Hell if I know,” I admitted. “I think the real question is what have I done that I didn

Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.

she exclaimed, her eyes filled with wonder. I stepped closer, studying the painting. The colors danced with life, and I felt a surge of inspiration coursing through me. "You're right, Chrystal. There is so much beauty in this world, even in the smallest details. It's incredible how art can evoke emotions and bring people together." And like any true friend, Chrystal also celebrated my triumphs. Whether it was a successful Luna initiative or a personal achievement, she was always there by my side, cheering me on with unbridled enthusiasm and genuine pride.

My little prince, once so untouchable, now carried the evidence of my claim hidden under his expensive suit. I switched feeds and watched him climb into a cab, then followed him through the city until he reached Vane Capital. He walked into my building like he belonged there. He kept his head high and his back straight, but I saw the slight hitch in his gait. The way he favored one side. Perfect.

When I come out of the bathroom, there are many make-up brands on my vanity and some hairstyle items on the table. Mom is sitting on bed using her phone as I walk out of the bathroom. "Mom, I am done." She looks up and opens her mouth wide and says. "You are so gorgeous sweetheart." I smile widely. "Really?" Mom nods her head and says, "Yah. Perhaps, you can be my model for my brand new clothing design that I have been working on these days?" I jump up and down, saying, "Oh my god, how can I say no to it? Your clothing is one of the best in the world."

And from the glittering shards of a ruby, emerges a small, hissing dragon. Small, smaller than Brandon remembers either Perseus or Orion being when they had just been born, but with sharper - deadlier - spikes and ridges along its spine and framing its face. The hiss the dragon lets out is far more terrifying, too, as though this dragon were truly all those treacherous things of myth, even as a newborn. Scales the color of a dark ruby. But what pulls Brandon’s attention - as incomprehensible as it is that anything could hold his attention but the birth of a creature seen only in lore - is Alcina.

he said. I smiled softly, looked at him, and said, “Yes, because I am not a really talented person but I want to make a lot of money, I have spent a lot of time studying. But I don't think one day I'll be called a nerd, because I find myself very different from what a nerd is described as. I don't wear glasses, my hair is not frizzy, they're always neatly styled, I make friends with a lot of friends, both boys and girls. And I even have a boyfriend, a famous bad boy from school.”

“Sweep it for everything. Microphones, cameras, and especially… any ‘gifts’ my mother might have left. I want a clean perimeter by the time I finish my shower.” “Yes, Madam.” I turned and walked away, leaving the "Sculptor" and the "Puppet Master" to their games. I climbed the stairs to the west wing, the sound of the ocean growing louder and more violent with every step. When I reached my suite—a cavernous room of white marble and glass that hung over the cliffside—I locked the door and leaned against it, my breath coming in jagged, uneven pulls. I went to the vanity, my hands shaking as I reached for the silk ribbon to tie back my hair. But as I looked into the mirror, my heart stopped.

Sometimes when she was playing on her laptop outside in the garden, he would accompany her and saw what she was working on. "Dimitri, look, these are really nice, aren't they? I am developing a website for myself. Look, I even made some nicknames for myself. This way I would be able to market my service to customers without anyone knowing my identity and make a lot of money, so I can get out from here and live life on my own." She said that when she was sixteen. Most sixteen years old he knew only cared about boys, dating, and dressing up, yet she was already thinking of escaping her life and created a new one. He never fully understood her. Then suddenly he remembered something. He stood up

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