Romans & histoires Liber 333

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The three men exchanged glances between themselves before Dyrion walked over with a smile. “Because - unlike you, we can see the grit and strength you have and would love to see you unleash it - which is why we want you to be our champion for the contest.” This grit they were talking about, where on earth was it and where were they seeing it? “Secondly, we want you to be our lover for the 300 days,” Erix said, “our fake lover.” he quickly added and Lyra laughed. “What does that even mean?” “Just like we said. We want you to pose as our girlfriend, our mate for 300 days and in return, you learn everything we know about being a formidable force.

"Okay, here's another one. Charges of electricity travel over our skin when we're being touched by our significant others. Does the same happen when Alpha Vaughan touches you?" Just raw, hot desire. Having this conversation with a fourteen year old suddenly seemed uncomfortable. "No, it doesn't. Wouldn't that, I don't know, electrocute me to death or something?" She snorted, then began laughing. "I've always thought so, but the adults say it's... Pleasurable." My face scrunched. When she'd gotten a grip of herself, Nayla stared at me openly, perplexed. "Latents are really rare. I'd even say as rare as Links."

Can't we just cool off? [Selena, when will you let me back into your life? Take your time to chill, but come back to me. Let's give it another shot.] He had even wired 75,000 dollars to my account and attached a note. [Use it to unwind. I'll be here waiting.] I forced a smile. Henry still had no clue I was done for good, and there was no coming back to him. I was about to hit the emergency call when my grip went weak, my phone clattered to the floor.

Then his tone turned sharp. "What, forgot your ID again? Scared something might've stopped you this time too?" I took a breath. "I said—I'm not here to get married. Just give me the ring—" His satellite phone blared. He picked up. A panicked voice shouted through the line: "Don! It's bad! Ms. Camorra OD'd—sleeping pills. We don't think she'll make it. And... there's a note. She wrote that it was Ms. Mortoro who pushed her to it!"

And Lira,her eyes were in the library, sending me a coded message through a stolen quill: “It's about to get hotter than the previous."

Selene tapped her but she was too engrossed in the pop music that was blasting from the loudspeakers. "Your brother is here..." Her voice was low and seeing Devin's scowl, she trembled a bit. "That's a lie. And I've told you he's not my brother. He's just an arrogant, pompous, undeserving brat who feels the world should bow at his feet because he's the Beta. What an annoying bunch of shit!" She spat bitterly and wanted to finish her remaining beer but a hand grabbed the bottle from her and spun her around at the same moment.

As expected, it was easier to reject him if I was just honest and straightforward with him. "So what?" Marley suddenly blurted coldly. I thought I'd heard him wrongly. "What?" "You got pregnant and divorced because of a jerk. Does that mean I'm not allowed to like you, Luna?" Marley stood up and cornered me against the windows, forcing me to answer his question. I lowered my head in desperation. "I'm not good enough for you, Marley." As soon as I'd let those words roll off my tongue, he kissed my forehead. "Don't say that, Luna. You're the most perfect woman I've ever seen."

“How could you suddenly just… die? You were perfectly fine just a moment ago! Huh? Speak to me! Open your eyes and look at me! I am your brother, Logan. Eva, please talk to me.” He shook my shoulders frantically. However, no matter how desperately he called out, the corpse lying on the floor offered no response. Only my hair swayed slightly with his movements, making my lifeless face look even more grim. He fell to his knees beside me, his shoulders shaking violently as he let out broken, sobbing whimpers.