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He, Oliver, had just come back from a run which had been intended to clear his head, but it turned out that he had only managed to further himself the more, with the same thoughts he had been intending to clear his head of. All three of them, wear on sweatpants, and nothing else. And from the way both Damon and Lucas were glistening with sweat, Oliver could only come to the conclusion that they may have either been in the gym, or come from a run like he had just done. “Turns out, we have rogues sniffing at the boundaries.” Damon said in a tone that oliver could describe as irritated, with traces of anger. The words his brother had just uttered, settled in his mind, and Just like that, Oliver

All the furniture is completely destroyed. “Are you okay?” I ask Oliver as he stares at his father on the floor. “Just peachy,” he grumbles, wiping the blood and sweat residue on his jeans. ‘Doctor Lee, I need you to come to the pack house immediately,’ I link the best doc in our pack. He’s not far, so it shouldn’t take long to arrive. ‘Yes, Beta Robert.’ His response is something I’ve always liked about him. “Lee will be here shortly,” I tell Oliver. He just scoffs and storms out the door, slamming it behind him and joining his mate and my family.

Natalie thought that Oliver, when sober, would definitely—not make weird puppy noises. Oliver couldn't help but make this puppy-like gesture, clearly indicating that he was truly drunk at the moment. Natalie was about to move Oliver away when the man suddenly propped himself up. His light brown pupils were especially deep at this moment, like an abyss, as if carrying a storm. As their bodies collided, the woman's unique fragrance assaulted his senses. Her soft body crashed into his embrace, and a taut string in Oliver's mind snapped with a resounding "pop."

Now, she lived a life dependent on another person's moods. As for Miranda, she passed away not long after getting married. It seemed that she injured herself with a pair of scissors during one of her fits. As treatment was not sought in time, the paramedics failed to save her. I shared Miranda's story online to warn everyone to always be wary of online dating and never mistake romance novels for real life. More and more people began to be more sensible. They realized that romance novels would only ever be fiction. In reality, no domineering CEO love interest would ever appear in their lives, and their delusions would open up avenues for scammers to cheat them out of their money.

I pulled the other case files—the boy from the first isolation room, the newly mated woman with the wrong-smelling mate, and half a dozen Stage One charts from Ashvale. Spread them flat across the bench. Every column told the same story: decline, steady and uninterrupted, the disease advancing on schedule like it had never once been asked to negotiate. Oliver's chart didn't match any of them. His body wasn't declining on schedule. It was arguing with something. 'Something is fighting,' Eira offered. 'Or something refuses to surrender,' I answered. Neither version let me breathe any easier. I looked up at the ceiling without meaning to. He was two floors above me, asleep, breathing evenly eno

And just as I screamed her name, and Olivia started to turn around, Delilah ran towards her and struck her at the back of her head. It was such a blunt force, and on the exact spot Olivia had been cut open for the brain surgery just months ago. Olivia fell flat, her head hitting the concrete floor hard and blood started to spread quickly. For a whole second, I couldn’t move, my eyes wide in horror at the scene, at Delilah now backing away, horrified at what she had done. Then her hands came up to her face, and she screamed! Her scream pushed my legs into motion, and I was out of the room and bounding down the stairs, bumping into walls and banisters as my body swayed, and my vision blurred,

One was furious beyond restraint, teeth clenched in rage, while the other was utterly composed, calm and self‑possessed. At the end of the corridor, tree branches stretched in through the window. Dappled sunlight fell on Hyde's face, bright, clear, and without a single trace of guilt. "Well, could you blame me? I did call you that day, remember? You were so terribly worried about your poor princess getting in the rain, but did you remember that Lily was running a fever and had been starving for days?" Jack spoke hoarsely, "I told you to find a doctor…"

The tension in the room was thick, as Morgan's gaze was hooded with confusion and suspicion. Old Gilbert shook his head, worry, guilt, regret was etched on his face, his next words were followed by a series of coughs. Olivia quickly uncapped a bottled can and helped him to gulp it down. “Dad, are you okay?” Olivia asked, her voice laced with panic and worry. A sudden rush of adrenaline washed over her followed by a heavy headache,she felt light headed, her environment spinning. Morgan seemed to notice her face, he instinctively got up and rushed towards her. Before Olivia could say a word, her sight became blank, as he lost consciousness and fell into Morgan's arms, as he was fast to grab he

The doors finally swung open. He made it. Bullet missed his heart by inches. Cops said it was a gang thing—some random shot from a fight out at sea. Three days later, Oliver woke up. The second he saw me at his side, his eyes lit up. "You stayed! Does that mean you still care? Just one chance, Cecelia—I'll make you fall for me again—" "Oliver," I cut in. "I never lost my memory." His face cracked—shock first, then panic.

"See, sir? Everything seems fine. Maybe you overreacted?" But I rushed past her, going to meet Onyx, her face was red like she had been crying for a long time. My eyes darted back to the bed where Olivia lay. I shook her shoulders, so she could wake up. "Hey, hey, are you okay?" I whispered urgently. As she stirred, I noticed blood dripping from her lips onto the bed. "OLIVIA!" I screamed, holding her body and shaking her back to life. The scream woke the man next to her up as he jumped off the bed with red eyes.