روايات وقصص ضمن Huggy Wuggy Backstory

Since then, he had been using his hand to cover the wound that kept oozing thick, warm red fluid. Don't ask how Hugo felt at that moment. Since childhood, he had always doubted the existence of God. For him, there was no God. The proof was that unilaterally, both of his parents had to meet God, even though he still needed their love. Left alone, raised in such a harsh environment with a lot of pressure, Hugo became a rigid and stoic person.

And without glancing at the woman, he muttered, “I know! I was the one who received the bouquet he had delivered to Xiao Jin’s unit.” Stirring his coffee, Hugo shifted his gaze outside of the window, he could see the tall building that his grandfather had built from scratch and now is one of the leading entertainment companies that have produced artists that are well-known internationally. “Mother and father also have known about it already and I think he is getting reprimanded for his actions.” “So are you gonna tell me about why you two switched or not?” Alexandria asked again, her eyes were full of anticipation when Hugo stared at them.

He stood behind his boss, trying to find the correct words to frame his question. “What do we do now?” Juan finally asked. Hugo didn't take his eyes off the mirror and pondered for a moment. “You know when I was just a boy, I used to keep chickens and roosters. The coop was in the garden of our mansion. There was no greater happiness to me than seeing my flock grow. I used to show my newly hatched chicks to everyone I knew,” Hugo told his story. Juan listened intently.

Hawk . . . . . When I was a kid, I asked for this really cool remote-controlled car. And my parents said an ecstatic 'yes' to my request, happy that I came to them in the first place. Nah, just kidding; it was a double, resounding, 'no.' And as much as I’d like to say I did the cute son face, making them give in to my request, that wasn’t the case. I instead used one of the things which I knew they couldn’t do without, against them – smoochy-huggy time. Yeah, it was an actual thing, and sadly, it still is. I refused to accept any of their hugs and kisses. And as you could imagine, my parents were totally freaked out; needless to say, smoochy-huggy time was a big deal to them. So, in less tha

The topic was thorny—always was, whenever Hugo brought up the past. Hugo had a reputation: never turned down a woman, never stayed long enough to care. But the one time he crossed the line, it shattered everything. At twenty, he had slept with a girl without knowing she was his younger brother’s girlfriend. His brother walked in on them—saw everything. Hugo had thought she was just another girl looking for an easy connection. He hadn’t known his brother had carried a silent torch for her for years. That night, his brother walked out of the house and never returned.

I left nothing behind—except for a crystal snow globe. From dating to marriage, that was the only gift Hugo had ever given me. Back then, I had just come to Harpley City to study. Hugo fell for me at first sight. He was straightforward and passionate then, waiting on the road I took back to campus every day just to exchange a few words with me. The snow globe was from that time. He said it was the first gift he'd ever bought without asking his family for money, earned through three days of part-time work.

She'd tell me he paid well—better than all the others. I looked up at Hugo through my tears. He was also like us, but he lived in a werewolf community that he called a pack, unlike my mom and me. I let the tears roll down my face quietly, getting the message that I needed to keep it down. Hugo nodded at Tyrone, who left. Once the door shut, Hugo sat down next to me. He was a big, muscular man with darkly tanned skin. We’d dated in the past, which eventually ended in heartache for me. Hugo was not the boyfriend type. I tried to be friends with benefits until I realized that sleeping with him caused too much pain—he’d made it clear he’d never be able to give me what I really wanted. But he was

"Why do you care so much about us, even though we don't know each other ever?" Wiggy sighed, his tone serious. "I'm just trying to be good after all my life of doing useless things." “No, I think your concern is more than just helping out. From the start you always know anything about us, you seem to have known us since we were born. Who are you?" Wiggy turned around with a snap. “You have dreamed of having an older sibling, right? I'm trying to make it happen, you better shut up, and enjoy!" With that said, Wiggy led the way again.

But then I widened my eyes as I remembered something. When I was ten, I saw Hugo running with a girl. She was not Valerie, but a beautiful girl, one of the members of my old pack. Since I was too small, I thought it was a game of hide and seek, so I chased after them. At that time, I saw Hugo and the girl kissing. Of course, I was very surprised because he was already dating Valerie. I waited and watched them while digesting what happened. It wasn't long before I heard that the girl was pregnant with Hugo's baby!

he scoffed as he pulled me into a quick rough hug before moving behind his desk and motioning for the chair across from him. “I’m sure a lot of people have thought the same thing. I lied about my last name that night, knowing that if I told the truth they’d just kill me, or worse. I wanted to come back one day and claim what was mine, I just didn’t think that I’d have Silas as my mate.” I scoffed and shook my head as I looked at Viggo. He was definitely an older wolf as all of his long wavy hair was white and fell to his shoulders. His voice was gravely and very deep and he had a full bushy mustache but he was super funny and a very nice person. He just looked grouchy and dangerous as he was