It's No Use Jo Script Romane & Geschichten

"You don't mean It" Leo said, "but you need to change the ownership" he said, "Sure, you know while I'm not bothered about all my forfeited properties, I still have my mom's property, but It's an old house, and I've moved all my bank's documents to the North pole, but right now, I don't have cash with me" MacJoe explained, "That's not a problem, "But, you need to quit this job" MacJoe said,

It was super exciting for me. It also looked like my no-talking rule wouldn't work there either because Sophia liked to have a roommate she could talk to and I wouldn't make it easier with my ‘load of nonsense'. She didn't believe that not talking was a way I could stay to preserve my voice. “I read online that it is effective,” I wrote on my tablet and showed her. She rolled her eyes like I was a child who was told Santa dropped through the chimney bearing gifts while I slept. At the end I gave up, when I had to tell the movers not to destroy the mural that Dante had gotten me for my twentieth birthday.

When Carl called, my swollen eyes flicked to the time—almost eleven. The phone buzzed in my hand, fresh tears splashing onto the screen. Three calls. I didn't pick up. Surprisingly, the fourth was from Mia. I was about to shut off my phone when Carl's message popped up: [Stop messing around. I'm not coming back tonight. Stay safe. Your condition isn't serious, right?] A bitter laugh slipped out. I replied: [Not serious at all. Have fun. I'm going to sleep.]

"I can explain." "No need." I stepped back. "All of that is in the past." "It's not in the past!" He said with agitation. "I know I was wrong, but you have to understand. The situation was urgent. "Lydia's just an ordinary werewolf. She couldn't have withstood that kind of danger. But you're different. You have the Moon Goddess' power. I thought you could hold on. I thought..." "You thought what?" I cut him off coldly. "That I was stronger, so I deserved to be abandoned? That I had the Moon Goddess' power, so I should just wait to die in the flames?"

Not free. Just waiting.

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“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."