Novel & Cerita Forsaken #coolkid

The silence was a bit uncomfortable at first, and I didn’t even realize I’d spoken out loud when I said they’ve always hated me and I’ll never be good enough. Easton reached over and grabbed my hand, and I could feel his worry and confusion, so I knew he could feel my emotions already. ‘How does this person I barely know already seem to care more than my own parents?’ I think to myself. Kyra pipes up, ‘Because our mate is perfect and was created for us by the moon goddess. Our parents are just stupid.’

' Aiden told them as he stood back up straight. A Sequin was the one of the people that you had to meet in order to have direct acess to Tiz, the founder of Hero League. He was an old man who had a son, Quent who was around Aiden's age or two years younger. Quent was going to be the successor after his dad. 'I'll be in the crowd section.' Aiden nodded at the Squad 10 members. He turned back and started walking away. Suzanne, out of impulse, ran after him and hugged him when she got to him.

“Where’s your dance team? I didn’t see them in the makeup room. Are you really going solo, like Chloe’s loser act?” “None of your damn business!” “Oh, oh, getting angry, huh?” Seeing Judy lose her temper, Claire was practically glowing with satisfaction. Confident the championship was hers, she sneered: “Just look at you—always clinging to some rejected foster kid. No wonder the top choreographers choose me over you.” Judy’s eyes blazed. “Rejected foster kid? Say that again, Claire—I dare you!” "I’ll say it again—you’re still just a rejected foster kid taken in out of pity! I say what I want, when I want. You're not only an orphaned adoptee—you’re an ugly freak too—"

“I’ve taken all this abuse and neglect for years. But I’m drawing the line at becoming a trap for a great pack like Io. Especially for a half-rate pack like River Crest that will never amount to anything. Not with idiots like you running the show. I’m done being useful.” Deadrick Pride drops to his knees, clasping his hands tightly in front of him. This really is my day! “Please, Makayla. Please drop the glass!” his voice trembles deliciously. And the scent of pure fear rolling off of him makes my inner child smile. Or, it would if I weren’t so sure she’s been long dead. Truthfully, I feel nothing. Numbness has taken root, and even my pain has succumbed to the weight of it.

There he was. Ronan. Alpha of the Ashfang pack. Towering. Wet. Dripping. A towel slung low on his hips like it belonged there, casually disrespecting every ounce of self-control I had left. His abs were carved from stone. His waist? Unfair. A tattoo curled around his arm and crept slightly over his chest, like it had a story it was dying to whisper. I didn’t even want to think about how good he looked soaked and glistening like a forbidden rain god. “I—I—I saw nothing!” I yelped, clamping my eyes shut like that could erase what had just burned itself into my memory.

“Thank you, Bastian.” Bastian smiled, welcoming. “You did the unexpected, and I supposed to repay the favor,” Bastian poured out. “And even if you never help me, generosity goes a long way. You are a human, a competent man like me,” “As a fellow man, I choose to help you. That's the bro code 001.” Bastian let out, and they smiled at each other for a few seconds. “Let me be quick and get this shit out of the way quickly. Wanna clean the mess so your mind will be relieved?”

I have accepted that. *I am writing to apologize. Not to seek forgiveness. I do not deserve forgiveness. But to acknowledge the harm I caused. To take responsibility. To say the words I should have said years ago.* *I am sorry. To you, Alexander, for manipulating you. For using you. For preventing you from finding real happiness. To Emily, for terrorizing you. For trying to destroy you. For being so consumed by jealousy that I lost all humanity.*

I signed without hesitation, then threw the pen onto the marble table. Before leaving, I looked back at them. My voice was calm, almost cruel. "Would you regret it if the child you're about to kill is the true heir of the Hurst family, while the one Kate is carrying is the bastard?" "Shut up!" my adoptive father, Darius Kleimann, roared. "Get in the car!" In the private clinic in Molhatt, the masked doctor tried to calm me. "Try to relax, Mrs. Hurst."

“I’ve been deciding things alone my entire life.” That landed harder than any accusation. Adrian shifted uncomfortably. Elliot looked like he wanted to argue but didn’t. Marcus exhaled. “There’s a safe corridor east. Off-grid. No cameras. No tracking for twelve hours.” “I’ll take it,” she said immediately. I reached out then, gripping her wrist before I could stop myself. “Wait.” She turned. For a moment, it was just us. No systems. No countdowns. No watchers. “They took my name,” she said softly. “They buried me under it. I don’t even know what to answer to anymore.”

“Do we go now or what?” “Yes, the earlier the better,” Kieran answered, rising to his feet and ready to face death with me if that meant getting my daughter back. However, before I could rise to my feet, Rexton decided to speak for the first time since he had gone quiet. “I can’t believe the famous Lycan Beta would act recklessly and put the life of an innocent child at risk just to prove that he is a badass.” He edged, taking small steps closer to where I was sitting.