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That I had the Moon Goddess' power, so I should just wait to die in the flames? "No!" Damon shook his head in anguish. "I never wanted to abandon you!" "But you did." My voice was terrifyingly calm. "At a life or death moment, you chose her without hesitation. That was your choice, and it's why I dissolved the mate bond." "Elena, I miss you," he said suddenly, his eyes brimming with tears. "Every day. I miss you so much that I'm going mad." I looked at him, my heart completely unmoved. Once, I had longed so desperately to hear those words. But now, it was all too late.

“Hold it back… wait…” But he didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving hard and fast. A moment later, white liquid spilled across the sheets as my legs shook violently. “Already tired?” Marcus whispered against my ear. Then he added, low and dark, “I just hope when you wake up, sober, you won’t regret spending the night in my bed… little kitten.”

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She has spent her entire life begging

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

The message sat on Chloe's screen long after the apartment had gone quiet, the words glowing faintly in the dark like something alive, something that refused to be ignored. "I know what you did. We need to talk." Vanessa sat beside her on the couch, neither of them moving to turn on the lights. The rain kept falling outside, tapping an uneven rhythm against the window, and for a long while, the only sound in the apartment was that steady, patient drumming. "Turn it off," Vanessa finally said. "Put the phone away. You're not going to figure anything out staring at it all night."

AFTER STARTING READING. PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY 🙏❤️ Happy Reading 🤗 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The next morning... Matteo cursed, "Shit." He looked at Kenzo who was holding the rolled up newspaper. Matteo does not believe that his self will participate in Kenzo's scheming, to hide Caramel from Seina. "This plan will work. Trust me." said Kenzo, lightly tapping Matteo's shoulder.

Jasmine threatened and turned off the phone. Brave looked at the dark phone screen and wanted to scream loudly: "Okay, I quit, I won't do it anymore." Unfortunately, that was just his heart of words. In fact, his expression was as gloomy as a family, thinking to himself: "Life is so boring.” He did not know that his misfortune had just begun. His wife - Bright in a pink apron, with a cute bear print on her chest, holding the long big chopsticks, angry bullet-shaped eyes looking at him questioningly.

- -You could never disappoint me. -I love talking to you, Red.- -Then meet me.- JP smiled and reached for one of his plates. -I will make you happy.- He could cross off a few species from his list. The Nattos, for example, considered themselves both male and female. The Jatoons, considered themselves neither. -Voice…I don't care what you look like or what you are. I just want you. I care about you.- -And I care about you,- Voice whispered. -Which is why we will never meet.-

He just stood there, studying my framework like he was reading something I hadn't actually written. "This is good," he finally said, which should have been satisfying but somehow felt like he was about to follow it with a "but." "But?" I said, because I know how people work, and the tone in his voice suggested there absolutely was a but. "But you're missing the story," he said, turning to look at me. "You've got the market position. You've got the consumer psychology. What you don't have is the reason anyone should care." "The reason they should care is that Westbrook's medication is effective," I said. "That's the entire premise of pharmaceutical marketing."

I'm not naturally academically gifted. No matter how hard I push myself—staying up until three in the morning only to drag myself out of bed at six—I can barely keep my grades somewhere in the middle of the class. For most of my school life, no one pays much attention to me. That changes three months before the college entrance exam. One day, my homeroom teacher, Victoria Bennett, calls class president Ethan Sterling and me into her office without warning. She looks at me sternly, asking, "Did you cheat off Ethan during this month's exam?" I shake my head. "No." Victoria turns to Ethan. "What do you have to say?" Ethan quietly chuckles. "I was focused on my own test, so I didn't re