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So he smiled in embarrassment and hurriedly shut his mouth to end this topic of conversation. He could hardly be blamed. Even though she was already the mother of a six-year-old child, she was beautiful, and with glowing skin to match. Even if she said she was 19, the same age as him, people would believe her. Luna pretended not to understand his dirty innuendo and loaded Nigel’s suitcase into the booth as she calmly switched the topic of conversation. “How’s your friend?” Christian remained quiet for a while, then finally understood. The ‘friend’ Luna was referring to was Fiona, the donor who donated Nigel’s bone marrow to him. At the thought of Fiona, he could not help but snort.

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Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

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His cheeks flushed pink, and he quickly covered the naughty hand with his to prevent it from further movement. The sight of all this made Fynn’s teeth ache, hence, he abruptly interrupted the lovey-dovey scene with “Aris, how about you two go back home, and we talk about the rest through a video call?” Baby Noah didn’t have mind-reading powers, thus, he turned to Fynn to blankly stare with his head tilted to the side, “…why???” Seeing a confused ginger kitty with wide amber eyes, Fynn almost blurted out, ‘Why??? Because even if I close my eyes, your sugary intents are still giving me diabetes!!!’ ○|￣|_

I grab it and check the screen. Kiki wants to FaceTime. I click accept as soon as I see the name. Kiki is what I call Kieran, my best friend since we started high school. We met as freshmen on our school’s soccer team, and I knew from the moment he opened his mouth that we’d get along. He’s this tiny half-Japanese kid with fluffy brown hair and more energy than a chihuahua with a chew toy. He’s barely grown since, but that just adds to his whole cute schtick – though it’s not as endearing as his smile. Kieran is always smiling, usually accompanied with a big, bubbly laugh that I would personally call a giggle.

LUNA Why the fuck didn’t I born as a bird? A dragon would be nice too. I get to kill men. —Luna’s Journal “What the fuck is she doing outside her room?” Sandro didn’t shout. Didn’t raise his voice over his usual decibel. Didn’t look angry. His face didn’t turn red. I am sure his eyes stayed the same. But I can feel the weight of his gaze on my back. I gripped the knife hard, pressing my hands closer to the shirt I am wearing.

But I quickly snapped out of it, knowing he had only come because he expected to gain something from me. “Good daughter, Alex,” he continued, “I am just coming from the council. The Alpha has proposed to publicly crown you as the Luna of the pack, and he is also going to publicly acknowledge you as his wife. You will be the Luna of the pack. The Moon Goddess truly has eyes. My family has been blessed with greatness—” While my father was still lost in his daydream, I cut him off. “I am not interested in being the Luna of the pack,” I said. “I don’t want that position or the crown.”