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Eli held his hands up in the air and said, "Fine, fine, take away all the fun of letting your big brother have a peak of whatever delicious little creature you have down there." Eli sniffed the air. Whoever she was, she smelt fantastic. He had never smelt something so good before. The air smelled of sea salt and coconuts, like he just took a tropical trip to a far away island. His wolf stirred and didn't want to leave, but Eli needed to give his brother some space to finish up. He would get a chance to meet his little brother's new play thing eventually. Ethan never was serious with whoever he dated because he knew he would end up like Eli, having to choose a mate based on his parents' picki

He still couldn’t bring himself to come to the terms that his mate was a human. Maybe there was some sort of mix up, maybe his wolf was just being needy and decides to accept the closest person he sees as his mate, but then again, the moon goddess can never be wrong. The whole thing was driving him crazy. He took out his phone and dialled a number. “Aunt, I need to see you.”

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Right on cue Mai's eyes shot open, leaping from out of her bed. "Don't you dare touch my meat!" growled Mai, fire burning in her eyes with the intent of defending her precious meat. Seeing this, Maria couldn't help but sigh at her meat-loving best friend. 'She reminds me of a certain anime character. The only thing missing is a straw hat and Mai declaring her dream of wanting to be Pirate King!' Maria recalled a popular anime series from her old world before walking over and snapping her fingers in front of Mai's face. "H-Huh? Where's the meat?" Blinking her large amber eyes, Mai finally realized her surroundings, which was their dorm room, her precious meat nowhere in sight.

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Loreen shot back at him over the phone. "Did you just say that to my face?"Manga barked. “Oh yes, i did. I can't kept undermining myself for some motherfucking human who had no strength but wolfsbane" Loreen mocked before hanging up. Manga boiled as he heard her mock him. For the first time in a long time, he was seriously mocked. “Watch Loreen closely. I'll have to deal with her disrespect" Manga ordered his man. "What do you plan on doing to her?” Ryder asked but instead of a reply, Manga walked out without looking back.

So he tries to talk with Hikari about that kind of thing. Hikari didn't know about it. But he just tries to catch up with it. Just after a long time they were browsing around that store, Sabu-sama told them to return home. Neu and Nimura were so shocked when Sabu-sama told them to return. They say to Sabu-sama that they still need time to make research about the art of manga. But Sabu-sama disagrees with it and says to them "Just how long did you want to stay here?! It has been about 3 hours that you're here!! Should I remind you again that we need to create a manga and not going to become a manga reader here!" Neu disagrees with what did Sabu-sama just said. He asks Sabu-sama "Just how we w

Now the lucky shit gets to fuck her in the shower while I’m baking cupcakes, and Forrest is working on the next edition of his online manga Chasing Kitsune. “Mmm, that’s an image that would drive any of us to distraction. Can it be tomorrow night?” Forrest sighed. I laughed. “Soon enough, baby bro. Soon enough.” I assured him. “How’s the manga coming? I still can’t believe Yūri is letting you turn her life into a manga.” I asked, shaking my head.

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Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.