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Tears clouds his eyes. Oh my god, what was Kate doing to this man? Damon was not the first man who had walked up to me to help him with this kind of favors. There was Gabriel from the neighboring pack, Jeremy who was a seer, a rare power blessed by the moon goddess. There are so many of them and the lines go up, Kate was a beautiful woman. It was hard not to look at her when she walked past you, but I hate it when these men act like this because I know that Kate is only going to break their hearts.

Most of the time, their schedules were full-booked already for several months ahead. Supermodels always has very different aura and charisma. Their popularities also one of the triggers for the most popular fashion trends today. Whatever they wear, either it was accessories or outfits, their fans will definitely gone hype and bought everything that they had promoted. And amongst of the bestest, Linfey is currently the highest paid model.

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

She kindly exams my features. “Where are we, Moon Goddess?” I look around, only this time that floating sensation is gone. “Please, call me Selene or Ártemis.” She smiles. “Ártemis?” I questioned feeling like I had already heard that name. “And you’re right. You’ve already heard this name.” She confirms my suspicion. “I’m known for your kind as Selene, the Moon Goddess. But for millennia I was known as Artemis, the goddess of the moon and hunting.”

I hoped to goddess I hadn't landed with a friend of Alpha Marcus or I was dead meat. Lucas stared at me for a moment. Then he said, "This is the Blood Moon Pack." Dumbfounded, I stared at him. Blood Moon? Slowly, realization dawned and what blood I had left drained from my face. "B - but..." My brain scrambled for words as I tried to say something. Anything. Lucas simply looked at me with that expressionless expression on his face. The Blood Moon Pack was rumored to be the most ruthless pack in werewolf history. No, not rumored. They *were* the most ruthless pack in werewolf history! And their Alpha...

"You have to help me get his autograph!" A chorus of voices quickly joined in, practically begging Marah for favors. Adela was completely baffled. Layson wasn’t a celebrity—why would anyone want his autograph? She truly didn’t understand. What Adela didn’t realize was that in America, Layson Norman was more famous than most Hollywood stars. His face was everywhere—business magazines, financial news, high-profile events. He was the epitome of power, wealth, and intelligence, a self-made legend that had captivated the admiration of millions. To many, he was untouchable.

Although I was born on 14th and him on the 20th. I held my breath while Henry read my opener. He and I created a blog a couple of years ago to post the pictures Henry took on his family’s numerous vacations. Our intention was purely for fun but when people started liking and following the page and asking who took the pictures, we created Nova Alejandro, reclusive, super-rich bad girl who didn’t care about anything and did what she wanted. It was fun to reply the messages as her. Henry finished reading my opener and shook his head.

In this case, drawing in familiar customers of this group of Famous Store was quite important for Samuel to collect information about the Famous Store privately. "Alright, see you at the ceremony tomorrow."

#ScarletSinclairforAméline #FashionRoyalty #ScarletandDarren Her name was everywhere, headlining every major fashion blog, every entertainment news outlet. Scarlet scrolled through the reactions online. The excitement was palpable, but as always, the internet had its mix of adoration and controversy. "She’s unstoppable. She’s proving why she’s THAT woman!" "Améline Couture really knows what they’re doing. Scarlet Sinclair screams power and class." "This is such a full-circle moment. From being torn apart by her old agency to rising like this? A true queen."

Too much personality often resulted in problems. Climbing up the stairs to the master bedroom; the largest of all 5; the mild echo is unmissable and forces him to crave some sound. “Alexa, turn on the music please”, he says into the thin air sounding slightly defeated. Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘How High The Moon’ fills the vacant space all over the building and suddenly he feels less alone.