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“You told him just like that? You didn't tell him why? You just pushed him away?” “He knows why. I am not ready to love any man, Mary. My heart is not prepared for another slaughter.” “But, Stephanie... How sure are you that he is going to do the same thing Owen did to you? Maybe he isn't like the others. He has been so nice to our family.” “Owen was nice to our family too, Mary. I said the same thing about him too, that he isn't like the others. Now, look at me... I'm suffering from that mistake.”

I felt annoyed and disappointed but covered it up with reminding myself how much I hated omegas. “ Does it even matter whether she is an omega or not?”Kevin asked me,not liking where my thoughts were going. Sometimes it made me wonder how different we were with him being my wolf and for the most part I ignored him. “All omegas are the same”, I believed they were..no I was sure they were. I despised them and I didn't think anything could ever change that. I growled at her. Caroline's POV:

asks Jareth incredulous at my answer. "I am aware that I have everything against me. i am not a wealthy woman, I am not an alpha and much less, I have a strong character accompanied by a firm personality. My way of being is worthy of my category, I am an omega who is afraid to face the world and more so with the betrayals I have lived through.

Mary smirked from beside me. The doll that resembled a certain blond girl sat in my hand. Dressed neatly with even her outfit in place. I couldn’t help, but share a smirk with Mary. This goal of bring Clover down was more for the purpose of me. Someone could say I was obsessed more with taking this model down, but it was more about wanting her life. I needed it. Mary knew it too and she was tired with working for a selfish bimbo who could care less about her career.

It was clear that he was going to completely lose it anytime from now. Maybe I should justify myself? He looked like he could kill me with just a punch. I opened my mouth to defend myself but snapped them shut again. This is just a dream, there was no point in justifying myself. What if my dream could have an effect in the actual story? I wasn’t going to be the bad villainess I’ve always hated. I felt like I related to the omega, Anna, so much. I had always been weak and bullied in real life, though I never hurt anyone, not even a fly. Anna was also bullied as an omega even though she was the sweetest female lead I had ever read about.

Mary Sue is the one and only exception, and that’s only barely since I can only somewhat tolerate even her. Mary Sue rolls her eyes and sneers, “Why am I not surprised?” She then adapts the worst, most offensive Asian accent I have ever heard, and says, “Werr, gillfliend, you leady to kirr some holny poritician?”

Maybe it was the too many fantasy and romance stories I read while bored back in my pack that told stories of knights in shining armor and prince charmings who always came to rescue the poor orphan or maid. They both fall in love and live happily ever after, even birthing heirs. How naive of me to compare my unfortunate life to fantasy stories written by bored or insane characters. I was very delusional and stupid to think that the ruthless Alpha king was going to look my way. A plus-size, weak mate That can't shift. “Don't say that, Olivia,” Lucy shouted. “If it isn't insanity or foolishness, then what?” I fired back. But she kept quiet. No response.

And who deserves to get slapped by the Moon Goddess herself? Also! I just released a new book! 🖤 ✨ MARKED ON ICE: MY ALPHA ROOMMATE IS AN OMEGA ✨ It's an omegaverse story filled with drama, tension, chaos, and questionable life decisions. Please check it out when you have time and don't forget to leave reviews, comments, and votes. Those little things help more than you know. Thank you for being here. Thank you for choosing this story. And thank you for trusting me with your emotions.

“Your slave abducted my wife. The vermin wouldn’t be so cocky unless she has your support. “Why can’t I eliminate the slave along with her master?” Mary Sue made an angry face at Kaze’s comment. Sure, she was Madam Hacks’ slave. Mary Sue was not ashamed of that fact. In fact, she was proud to be of service to Madam Hacks. Madam Hacks represented privilege, so it was Mary Sue’s honor to serve her. However, Kaze was just a lowly man who took his wife’s last name. He had no right to look down on her.

"This all feels unreal to me. Is Ms. Emerson really a Mary Sue character?" "Well, this just proves that she's not a part of whatever that transaction is, right? That doesn't prove her results are authentic, though! I refuse to believe that a delinquent who's dropped out of school for two years can obtain such amazing results!"