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Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

“Oh, that man has been trying to badger me into doing ‘exclusive’ personal interviews for years. He doesn't care about the art of dance or the history of it. He just asks prying, personal questions… things that have nothing to do with a career and everything to do with gossip.” Skye frowned, and glanced at Kai. He didn't look shocked, he simply looked indifferent, as if Adrian Keller were a fly he hadn't bothered to swat yet. Kai leaned back, a small, cold smile touching his lips. “I guess we should thank the creepy asshole then.” Everyone laughed. *** The parting was brief but heavy with a new promise. Anna squeezed Kai’s hand, her eyes searching his. “Stay in touch, Kai. Please.” “I would

“She is a master horsewoman. She commands a horse. It’s not surprising, she is powerful. I think without Alicia, we all would have seen the power earlier.” “She didn’t know you are gay,” Anderson tells me. “Well, it’s not advertised is it. But now my sister’s wolf has arrived and shown how powerful she is, the kingdom can be calm and understand I will have a powerful heir. Just not from my body,” I smile. “Your brother will be King one day.” “It was supposed to be my son,” Anderson huffs. “Fucked that up.” I laugh. “Yes, you did.” Anderson gets a mindlink and leaves me. I sit in his office chair and turn on N*****x. American N*****x is different, but not really. I put on a movie and watch. O

I edited my bio and removed my number and went back to Whattsapp. I replied the person who obviously is a guy. To him: okay, send me your picture. He replied: can we like skip that? Me: why? He replied: I am nervous I guess. Me: oh. Your name, at-least? Him: Anderson. But I prefer Andy. I was about replying but was interrupted by Hayden’s voice who called me. I looked at him and gave him a questionably look. “So I found this school” he said showing me his laptop.

Kai spoke proudly as he sipped on a cup of his own. "It's what makes me feel better everytime I feel blue. Well that, and painting." she explained as I nodded. I give her a soft smile, "my mother is such a big fan of your work," I spoke before taking a sip. "Aww, thank you!" she smiled. Kai raises a brow, "the feeling is mutual," he turns to his mother, "her mom's Bethany Sweeting. Well, Dahlberg, but you know..." Mrs. Antali'i's jaw drops as she gasped, "You're Bethany Sweeting's daughter?"

Kai Malek is your greatest threat, even before the council and whatever they happen to want with you. If the opportunity comes to eliminate him for good, do. Not. Hesitate. Because he wouldn’t either. ~A GUIDE TO SURVIVAL AT KINGSBURY HIGH, GIFTED TO RAIN ANDREA, RIVERTON. FROM ELOISE RIVERTON (section4) ~ CHAPTER 13 RAIN ANDREA RIVERTON There was still no reaction from Kai. Everyone was murmuring, waiting for him to do something as they held their breath in anticipation. Those silver killer eyes kept their attention on me.

That girl was lucky, unlike herself. Allisya chuckled. "If you fell asleep, you'd get scolded and punished by the teacher, Kai." Kaila nodded in agreement. What Allisya said was true. "Yeah, so unfair, right?" she argued enthusiastically, unaware that Andre, Aris's father, was watching her intently. "Her boyfriend must be really dizzy having such a chatty girlfriend," Andre spoke up. Kaila, feeling targeted, looked at him. "Oh, Om Andre. He's not dizzy at all; in fact, he loves me more. Right, Kak?"

Stranger. To the rest of Graymoor, Kael Anderson was a well-dressed, enigmatic businessman who rarely left his estate unless it was for a meeting in the city. He drove a sleek black car, wore suits even when he wasn’t working, and owned a chain of obscure, high-profit logistics companies that no one really understood. To Ashara, he was Dad. Her only family. Her only constant.

she greeted, her voice laced with reverence. Kai gave a small nod. “Andrea.” I glanced between them, suddenly feeling like an outsider. It was moments like these that reminded me I wasn’t really part of his world. I was human. Not his mate. Just the woman carrying his child. Andrea turned to me with a smile, her eyes warm. “Back so soon, dear?” I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Yesterday, I was just looking, but today I actually get to shop.” I lifted the credit card Kai had given me, and Andrea’s smile grew wider.

A part of her believed Aveline was capable, but another part resisted, reminding her that no matter what happened, Aveline was still her child. *** Kailani knocked on Kaiden’s door later in the evening, and he allowed her in. She found him seated on the couch, scrolling through his phone. “Are you busy?” she asked, walking over. “Not for you, Kayla. Come have a seat,” he said, glancing at her before looking back at his screen. She sank into the couch beside him. “What are you doing?” she asked, leaning in to see his phone. “I’m chatting with my manager. He’s asking me to send a code, so give me a second,” he said. Kailani pulled back, waiting. When he was done, he put down his phone and look