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She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

One minute I’m looking at my past and the next minute the door behind me opens and Niko’s voice pierces the night loudly. “Mommy, I can’t find ironman. He’s not on the bed.”

Pain shoots up my body, and I taste the ground, crying when tiny corns of sand scrape my eyes. It hurts. I wriggle and try to crawl away, but Nick is there, laughing like a maniac while peeing all over me. My cries turn louder. His urine smells terrible, and it stings my wounds. Seriously, who is this psychopath?! Nick chuckles behind me. "Did you think you could escape from me?!" I'm not listening to Nick's voice—I block it out and focus on the giant fin in the ocean. My heart squeezes. The scales are glittering so far away in the distance, and yet my lips part to call his name.

So, I wanted to call my pup Nimo. "Alpha Nimo?" Mom made a face, not like the name. "Not a good name for a pup who would become an Alpha someday." Well, I kind of agree with that. I had never heard of any Alpha heirs with a cute name. "But it’s a good and cute name for nickname purposes," Aunt suggested. "Yeah! Just like in Finding Nemo, one day his father would come here in search of his Nimo." My heartbeat increased at Mom’s comment. I looked at Aunt Eva to say that he would never come or anything like that, but he never came.

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

It had looked like a Queen finally remembering that she hated the gutter. ​I walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on my face, staring at my reflection in the darkened window. I looked like a fool. A scholarship kid who thought he could tame a lioness. ​"She wants the Ice Queen back?" I asked my reflection, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous hum. "Fine. Let her have it." ​"Elias, stay away from that school tomorrow," my mother pleaded. "Take a few days. Let this go."

“I have you know, I won lots of competition aboard!” “Yeah, aboard. Who’s here knows anything about you? Me? I’m one of China’s top Actor! Everyone knows me here. You? They don’t even know who you are! Why would I want some no-name kiddo to help me? I bet you don’t even know anything about music.”

My whole body went into great shock as I couldn’t react at the moment; I walked monotonously to the note on my mirror which read “I’m coming for you” And finally, my body reacted as I screamed bloody murder.

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.

AVERY’s POV Camila, me, and Logan walked back home with long faces. When we got inside the house we sat on the couch and Logan turned on the television. Ah, I miss him already. I looked at Camila’s face and I knew she was thinking about the same thing. About Bryson. “Mummy, you wanna watch Moana?” I smiled at him and nodded. It was Saturday, so I was hoping that we would do something fun. “Y’all wanna go to the beach or something?”