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Holding her close, Emily inhaled the precious young were-child scent. When they released each other, Kinsee began talking, "I helped bake the cookies, and my mom said you would love them. My mom told me you went away for a few days but you would come back. I stepped on a nail by my house and got an owie on my foot. My dad said I would be okay but I should be wearing shoes. You don't have any shoes on so I shouldn't need to wear shoes either. It didn't hurt that bad and shoes don't feel good on my feet. I killed a mouse this morning and ate it. It had crunchy little bones and I didn't like it much. Do you think the crunchy bones will get caught in my tummy?"

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.

Four years ago, I’d thought it made me look cool. God… I was so stupid. I tossed it onto the bed and reached into the box again. This time, my fingers closed around something smooth. A book. I wiped the dust off the cover with my palm—and froze. It wasn’t just any book. It was my diary from high school. I always waited each year for summer to write down what had taken place over the previous months. Slowly, I opened it to a random page and read. Dearest Diary, On February 24th, 2020, Liam Kayne finally asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.

It had only been a few days, but Daddy's hair had turned completely white. His face got even more wrinkly. He had a diary in his hand. His voice was almost gone, hoarse and strained. When he looked at Mommy, there was unmistakable hatred in his eyes. "This is Ivan's diary. There's also a voice recording I'd like you to hear." Daddy said nothing and immediately played the voice recording on his phone. At first, there was only the sound of a little girl sobbing, mixed with an adult's repeated urging.

Her eyes widened as she placed a hand underneath the book, catching it before it could hit the ground. Witches were like fiction in the world of wolves. Never existing but there. Like whispers of the night, to stop kids from wandering into the mountains too far. It worked because even those who were kids before now told their children the same stories they failed to believe. No one believed the stories but they loved it. It was particularly interesting. She bit her lips slightly as she dropped the other books and picked only the 'Diary of the witches' to read.

He places his book down and jumps down the bed. “Hey, what book are you reading?” I ask as I take Venus into my arms. I hold the baby close to my chest, feeling the warmth of her skin seep into me. Ezra’s bright face calms me down immediately. Seeing these two is enough to relieve me of all the pain and stress. “I started Diary of a Wimpy Kid. It's very funny.” He replies and I sit on the floor. He gets on my lap and touches my face with his palm. He frowns as he looks at me. “Mommy, you look tired.” He comments.

Unbeknownst to me, as soon as I rolled up my skirt, my p@nty exploded, and two fingers dug deep into my honeypot. You can call me Alexandra Williams. However, most people just call me Lexi because it's quick and simple. This name is also very appealing to me. My parents passed away when I was twelve. Since then, I've been staying with Vanessa, a friend of my mother's who was a pastor's wife. My little sister is actually not that small. given that I am currently 21 and she is 18. She attends the University of Miami, but after completing my college coursework at the age of 17, I decided to drop out of school.

His tone wasn’t accusing, but I still felt myself becoming defensive. “I barely used it.” “How barely?” I sighed. “I posted a few things. Personal stuff. Nothing serious.” Liam looked at me. “What kind of personal stuff?” I hesitated. That hesitation changed the room. Nate noticed. “Ava.” “I said it wasn’t serious.” “Then tell us.” I looked down at my hands. There were things I’d written on Sweet Rush that I had never said aloud. Thoughts I’d been too embarrassed to admit to anyone. Things about loneliness.

Inside lay a diary and an application form. I picked up the application form and the diary, my eyes lingering on the headlines in the application form. "Moonreign All-Boys Alpha Academy?" I muttered. All-Boys Alpha Academy… A haven for alphas? I never knew a werewolf academy for all alphas existed. I opened the diary, flipping through it. He had written so many things about his life. About how he didn't want to go to the academy because he was unable to shift, making him a weak wolf.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.