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Why did I let myself be tricked into eating out of his hand? Maybe I should have known better—but how could I know he wasn't sincere? I was just so lonely! Besides, the jerk did have honey-coated lips, didn't he? At least Jake, my second boyfriend, told me straight out when he thought I was hot—and when he'd found someone else who waxed hotter. "Why did I ever fall for Jake?" I groaned, leaning back against the pillows. "I guess I just needed someone that explosive to distract me after...Bernie left..."

White. Clean. Strategic. Reassurance. The word replayed in my head. Reassurance for who? Clinton doesn’t love me. Not the way people pretend in movies. He likes order, appearance, and outcomes. And I fit into that picture. But Jonathan Jonathan doesn’t fit. He disrupts. He questions. He sees. And that’s the part that terrifies me. I lay back against the mattress and stared at the ceiling. If I called it off… What would Bella say?

“Magnus, a once-mighty Alpha, now reduced to nothing by the very forces he sought to protect his people from. His downfall is a reminder that even the strongest can be brought low by their own inner demons.” Draven nodded, his eyes never leaving Magnus. The once-proud Alpha had fallen to his knees in the clearing, clutching his head as if the weight of his thoughts was too much to bear. His sobs were barely audible, but Draven could sense the overwhelming despair radiating from him. This was what true victory felt like—not just defeating an enemy, but breaking them so completely that they could never rise again.

He must have been involved in a job or two that involved coercing others to do something dangerous for him. Negotiation…using something one is lacking to cut a deal with them. He was fooled. “Artificial legs weren’t scarce, they weren’t new inventions, for Aiden to talk about them so ordinarily, they must in fact be popularly used among people of the outside world.” Troas thought to himself. “Ah, this is the end. My birth and demise was all a result of foolish choices.” Troas closed his eyes and bit his tongue to death. Everyone fell silent as they watched his dead body fall to the side, blood seeped out the corner of his lips.

They don't need anyone other than themselves when fighting, like- you can challenge them when they're alone and there's nothing wrong with it. However, it shouldn't be done this time around as it will be seen as a sudden attack. There's also records about how they lived before but what caught my attention is that one empire lost to Alpha Alejandro's ancestors. They fell into ruin because of betrayal… How pitiful… I continued reading the entire book and didn't notice that it's almost sunset, I wouldn't notice if only a female servant didn't knock on the door and brought my food. "Thank you…" I'm hesitant to thank her because she's one of those servants who just watched while Giselle is bullyi

he teases. “You know I don’t mean it like that,” I say. “It’s just, how did an Alpha’s son become a rouge? What happened?” “My ex happened,” he explains. “As pathetic and stupid as it is. I guess I should’ve been more careful with who I dated. “She seemed so lovely at first though. I wasn’t sure if she was my mate or not, I hadn’t yet turned eighteen. But I thought there was potential. I thought she was kind, caring, with the same interests as me, interesting conversations. Then, she turned on me.

He had no idea why he was suddenly metamorphosed to the image where he was stopped by the school prefects who had demanded he give them his bag for searching, he had not suspected a thing as weird as it sounds, he had not heard of students being searched before but he obliged and gave them the bag since he had nothing to hide. He had watched in shock, as they had produced bags after bags of hard drugs from his bag, there was no word to be said. He knew he had fallen into a deep trap that he could not get out of. He had collected the bag from them only to produce more bags of hard stuff he knew nothing about. Facing Stacy again, made him feel like he was at the mouth of another trap, though h

Having a broken heart around you is a blessing. A person with broken pieces always knows how that feels. They always try and protect hearts. If you have someone like that in your life, keep them at all costs. ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) — Mehak Gupta *plays Echo in the bg* ~~~ × ~~~

“You think this is a game to me?” “No,” I said quietly. “I think it’s personal.” “It is.” He walked toward me, stopping just short of touching me. “She killed people I trained. Men I trusted. She’s twisting everything.” I looked up at him, eyes searching. “Then let me help you untwist it.” “You don’t understand how deep this goes.” “Then explain it.” He exhaled like he was deflating. “There are things you don’t want to know, Christy. Things I’ve done. Things Alyssa’s still doing.”

Then I noticed the slight tremble in her hands. I gently turned her to face me. “You don’t have to do this.” Her eyes softened. “Yes, I do.” I studied her, searching for any sign of hesitation. There wasn’t any. Just quiet resolve. I exhaled. “You get in, you get out. No risks. No heroics.” She tilted her head. “I thought you liked my heroics.” I gripped her waist. “Not when they put you in the crosshairs of a psychopath.”