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Meanwhile, Amanda, who was skilled at handling surprises masked her true emotion as she approached Ayva with a wide smile that almost appeared genuine. "Happy Valentine's Day, bestie," she said, embracing Ayva. Ayva stood there, rigid with her hands by her side, glaring at Zion, who looked too uncomfortable to meet her gaze. "I got you this." Amanda continued, presenting a small jewelry box to Ayva after pulling away from the hug. "I thought it would look good on you." "Oh, this is lovely." Ayva replied with a half-hearted smile, looking down at the shiny necklace Amanda had gotten her. "I'm sorry, but I didn't prepare anything in return."

But on second thought, if she was special like me, then my Father would have told me right? "Wow, that is awesome; you're like a healer, one who needs no tools or medicine to heal," Adrianna's voice broke me out of my thoughts, and I shook my head, focusing my gaze on her. Her eyes held child-like wonder and amazement, "I have to see this with my own eyes," She mumbled, and while I was wondering what she meant by that, her claws suddenly elongated, and before I could stop her, she cut her palm open, releasing fresh blood.

I murmured. Cole's roar faded behind us, his words dissolving into meaningless noise. In the adjacent room, doctors waited in readiness. Julian's usual composure cracked with worry—only relaxing when they confirmed my injuries were superficial. But his gaze lingered on the gash above my eyebrow, and something cold flickered in his eyes. "I'm sorry I was late." His hand lifted toward my wound, then stopped mid-air, curling into a fist. "He'll pay for this." He stepped out, phone pressed to his ear. Fragments of conversation drifted through the door—nothing I could piece together. When he returned, his expression was carefully neutral.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

She immediately stopped supporting her boyfriend in life and studies and made a clear decision. "Was it you?" Stephany was shocked. I smiled and said, "I happened to see it in the lounge. So I helped you once, and now it's your turn to help me." Stephany returned to the audience and gave Ariana an "OK" gesture. Ariana, who received the signal, confidently announced, "Next, I'm going to sing a song for everyone called 'The Perfect Couple'." The music started, and Ariana picked up the microphone to lip-sync.

“You’ll learn, my dear, that silence can be a weapon, but also a leash. How long do you intend to choke yourself with it? How does it feel? How does the taste of power finally feel Ms Leon?” My nails dug crescents into my palms, the pain keeping me grounded. “You promised to let them go. Besides, the power didn’t make me feel anything. In fact, it didn’t even make me think anything. I’d rather be sane than run on pure insanity. We made a deal, Mr. Anderson, and you’d have to stick to the end of your bargain.” “No I promised you I’d let them go for now” He tilted his head, eyes catching the faint light. “You’ll notice no gunfire followed us. Your little friends are alive. At least for now.”

IKHLAS POV On a faithful Thursday evening, I was with Haneefah in her home sipping lemonade and gisting about school stuff, lecturer crushes, wicked lecturers and other girlie fantasies when I heard a melodious Salam with a sweet scent of black oud, which made me raise my head to see a very beautiful creature of Allah. He has an average height with caramel dark skin and a little bit of plump lips, Don't mind my perverted self.

Harley The rain had started falling a few minutes ago and provided a nice reprieve from the silence in the car. After hearing from Anders and confirming that he was shot, my mind had gone into overdrive. Despite confirmation that he was okay, as well as reassurance from Raina that Alpha Callan had seen Anders and his wound, it still made me uneasy. ‘He will be okay,’ Senna broke me from my thoughts. ‘Grey is healing him and he will be fine.’

I could hear her message, but I was so lost in her beauty that I couldn't give a reply. "Really??" Hutton raised his brow with a gasp. "That's why Xander and his father, Xavier, wiped away that pack as revenge for putting him in pain from that trap. That's what is written in this letter," she explained and handed the letter to my son, who sneered at her.

He laughed and pushed me so that he could also get up from lying down. "I think someone likes you, Vee." I laughed at what he said. I slapped him on the arm and couldn't stop laughing. Want something? Pfft what does it say! "Something funny? Is that a laugh or are you excited? That's how excited you are like a timang." He said shaking his head. "Crazy. You're both gay, how can you like me!" "What?? Oh my god! He's still my type. What the hell. Why are gay men so handsome now?"