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Grover looked down to meet her eyes and tipped her chin gently, "I'm fine. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. Veronica isn't just right for me and as you know,I tend to come back up very easily.", "True" she giggled and stared at him intensely,"At least, come with me to the party.". Grover sighed and put his hands away from her but she held on, "Come on,it would be a perfect distraction from tonight.", "I already have a perfect distraction." He replied and pointed towards the open door,"The wine that I bought for my date is still sitting on the kitchen counter and honestly,my bed would be more than happy to welcome me than a room filled promiscuous young adults.",

"Not like a stupid human would understand this, but sometimes the Alpha that is born into the pack is not the Alpha the pack needs." "Wait, go back to the 'Nikko's father' thing. You guys are the ones that killed him?" It all started to click in my head. "There never were rogue attacks, were there? It was all you." "Technically, it was my mate," Frilla's voice broke for a second, and I noticed the pain in her eyes for just a moment before it was covered in anger again. "I found my mate over a year ago. He was part of a small rogue family pack that was passing through nearby, but I fell in love with him anyway.

Three days later, Shawn came to see me looking happy, with a thick stack of documents in his hands. "Nina, it's done. Harrison agreed." His voice was trembling with excitement. "A ten percent share in Grandview Tech under Fletcher Group. Harrison transferred it directly into your name and said it was a gift for his future great-grandchild!" I raised an eyebrow and took the share transfer agreement from him. That was certainly generous, but it only made Shawn look even more useless.

Just send me a message request mentioning the title of the book and I'll reply, that way it will be faster. My F******k name: Authoress Gaelly

She went back to her bed and laid back on it, in the same position as her lifeless body. She laid back, closed her eyes, and opened them. She got up, looked around, and was greeted with the sight of graves. She was back in that same cemetery, but this time the gates were open and she could see them. Only one name came into her mind "Austin". If he can see her, then there was a reason why. She thought he was the key for her to getting back and she wasn't ready to mess it up this time. She left the cemetery and went back to Austin's place. Standing at the exact place where she stood, waiting for him to come back. She was sure no one was home, because all the lights were out and she had gone in

Gwen's POV The frantic echo of footsteps approached rapidly, and my vision blurred as I began to lose consciousness. My breathing was shallow, and the last thing I could discern was a figure bending over me. “Luna, open your eyes!” a voice shouted urgently. It wasn’t Ryker’s voice; it was someone else. I forced my eyelids open and saw the gamma kneeling beside me. I didn’t know his name, but he was one of the pack’s most feared gammas. How did he find me here?

Thankfully, the burn rate had slowed to under four miles per hour, but firefighters hadn't contained the progression. I dragged my aching body to my truck, and I slowed onto the gravel road that exited the Adams' property. Cross Acres had a fancy, iron gate and a ton of flowers and shrubbery at the entrance-not that I could see it in the middle of the night. And the amber haze of wildfires cast an eerie glow on the horizon and created an unnatural veil of darkness around everything else. Regardless of whether or not I could see the view, every morning and every evening for the last six years, I'd rolled down my window to listen to the crunch of my tires on rocks. It was a sweet torture, a pa

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

I, on the other hand, would walk toward the light and live life like I wanted. I rolled down the window, and winds came flowing in with the scent of flora. They also took away the last strand of Jackie's stench. That was the best ending ever.

“You know the drill. Answer the questions, and we'll give you what you want.” “Then ask the damn questions quickly,” I snap, frustration bubbling as I clamp my legs together to give myself some relief. I’m tired of this stupid game. I want to be fucked well. “As you wish,” First Guy says, and I hate the triumphant look on his face. “Where is your secret hideout?” “Station Grey. Atlai Mountains.” “Good girl,” First Guy praises, smacking a kiss on my lips. “On your knees,” he commands as Thirst Trap spanks my ass.