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Chapter 11 Come morning, the humiliation I felt was still fresh and I cringed every time I recalled how rudely I was rejected by Mr Young. Literature class is just a step away and with a last minute decision, I texted Ethan and pivoted my heels towards the opposite direction of the literature class. I knew I was being a coward, an oddball but getting rejected does that to you. Don't try this at home. Ethan appeared five minutes later, he was grinning with mischief like cutting classes were the most adventurous thing I had ever done.

A feared mafia don being investigated by a six-year-old. Vito smiled warmly before he crouched down until they were eye level. “Vito.” Roma narrowed her eyes. “Just Vito?” “You can also call me V.” He said, then glanced at Milan. “Your mommy gave me that nickname.” The little girl considered carefully. “Mommy knows you.” “I do,” Milan responded, and stroked Roma’s hair affectionately. Had it not been for Vito, she and her child would never have achieved true freedom.

I invited them to howl with me. This was something I had done since the first book had gotten published. There were over twenty books in the miniature wolf series, tales of my puppy childhood and my mom's lessons to me, set in children's stories. Playing acting today was a way to reconnect with my mom, to remind myself that the spirits were connected. She had told the stories, Anna had gotten them published. Mom had done the art work.

a slight wince escaped my lips as I tried to remember. “Lisa!,you're awake” a stranger spoke,it was then i realized another person was in the room. The man stood tall,easily over six feets,and his brown hair like a dark panther,was styled to look messy and casual. He was also clad in a white tight shirt,The up buttons were undone,leaving his well sculpted chest slightly exposed. He stepped closer and tried to take my arm with a gentle authority to help me sit up. I was thrown off guard,so I shook my head,trying to clear my head and focus on the situation.

entence. Fuck him and his mood swings. I went to bed in a rather good mood, and couldn’t wait for the next morning. The day next day just wouldn’t move fast enough it was meetings from start to finish and I couldn’t wait for my date. We have been texting back and forth the entire morning and if that wasn’t enough I received a big bouquet of white roses with the note written My Little Snow it reminded me of the nick names the guys have for my girlfriends and I hate to admit but even though I knew it would never come from Caleb and I knew it was from Bryan a small part of me wondered if Caleb would do something so darn sweet. If he found the perfect one if he would do something so romantic. I

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

Deciding that sleep might offer some respite, she lay down, closing her eyes and willing herself to escape into dreams. As she began to drift off, the door creaked open slowly. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up, heart racing. A large man with striking blue eyes and white hair entered the room. Despite the circumstances, Emily couldn't help but notice his beauty and a whimsical thought flitted through her mind about him being her future husband. Suppressing a giggle, she gave him a serious look, making him raise an eyebrow."Hello, little one," he greeted, walking toward her.

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she didn’t need a minute or two to answer this. She responded immediately. “It would be the book called The Little Prince.” Noah looked interested. He continued to listen. “The Little Prince, first published in 1943, is a novella and the most famous work of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, a French aristocrat, novelist, poet, and pioneering pilot. The Little Prince is a poetic tale in which a pilot lost in the desert meets a child prince visiting Earth from a tiny asteroid, with watercolor pictures by the author. The story is philosophical, with social criticism of the adult world thrown in for good measure. It was written during the era when Saint-Expiry escaped to North America following the Fall

Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.